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Ava was about to grab the door knob but it was opened for her. She went in and was dumbfounded seeing the actual interior and ambiance of the place. It was blindingly fancy. From the sparkly chandeliers, furniture and enticing aroma of foods. Busy waiters and waitresses, shuffling through customers and their orders. The type of place where well off people drop by for one pricey cup of coffee just because they can. She immediately felt the status gap sink in.
"Welcome to Clique Cafe, how may I be of service to you today, Milady?"
Her eyes held back from wandering when she heard that submissive greeting. She clicked her tongue in annoyance yet found herself compelled. When her green eyes met hers, she felt like she was in a trance. Sensing familiarity even though they were complete strangers.
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