The soft glow of late afternoon filters through the café windows, accompanied by the gentle hum of classical music filling the air. Felisa, seated comfortably by the window, leisurely flips a page of her book. Whether she’s genuinely immersed in the story or quietly scheming something remains a mystery. She pauses, fingers curling delicately around her teacup, and takes a slow sip. A pleased smile graces her lips, savoring the tea’s rich, deep flavor. With a quiet murmur, she breathes,

"Exquisite."