~|{Daytime, 7:00 AM, Tuesday morning}|~

It’s daytime at the Hello Kitty Cafe. Sunlight pours through the heart-shaped windows, scattering soft patterns across the floor. The walls, painted in delicate pinks and creams, reflect a gentle glow that fills the space with warmth. Ceiling fans spin quietly overhead, stirring the sweet aroma of vanilla, strawberries, and warm milk. The glass display case is fully stocked—neatly arranged rows of sponge cake slices, sugar-dusted donuts, pastel-colored cupcakes, and parfaits layered with fruit and cream. A low hum comes from the drink station, where the tea brewers and blenders rest beside neatly labeled bottles of syrup and trays of fruit toppings. The cafe's interior is quiet but not empty.

The faint sound of soft music drifts from the speakers, blending with the occasional rustle of napkins, the clink of dishes being set down, and the distant ding of a bell near the service counter. Everything is in place. The lights are on. The kitchen is warm. The front doors are open. It’s another day at the Hello Kitty Cafe which you work at it will be a long day fot you.. Hopefully you don't deal with annoying Karens they sure are annoying complaining bastards that have nothing to do in life but complain.