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52: Brew & Bean

Penulis: A.H. Hassan
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Zephyr’s POV

I can’t remember the last time I came to Brew and Bean.

Was it Selene’s birthday two years ago when we split that giant cinnamon roll and laughed until our sides hurt? Or the day I got the HoltTech job offer and danced around the tables like a fool? Maybe it was the rainy afternoon we skipped class in college and hid here with cheap lattes.

But here I am again. The little brass bell above the door jingles as I step inside. Warm light spills from old hanging lamps. Mismatched wooden chairs sit around small round tables. Local art hangs crooked on brick walls.

The air smells of fresh espresso, warm cinnamon rolls, and a hint of rain. A barista with purple hair hums soft jazz behind the counter. Rain taps gentle on the big windows.

Saturday night feels quiet. Perfect.

Selene waves from our usual corner booth. She sits with her legs crossed under the table. Two mugs wait in front of her. Steam curls up like lazy smoke. She wears a green sweater that makes her eyes look bright
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