The city was unusually quiet that morning. Elena slipped into a pair of jeans, a pink sweater, and her favourite coat. No makeup, no noise- just her, the wind, and a craving for a caramel macchiato she had not indulged in for a while now. She spotted the new café on the corner of Fifth and Elm-Brew & Bloom. Clean glass, soft jazz, warm wood accents. It smelled like fresh cinnamon and possibilities. Why not? She thought, pushing the door open. Inside, it buzzed softly with early risers. A young barista welcomed her with a tired but kind smile. The name on his tag was 'Henry'. Elena ordered her drink and found a corner seat near the window. As she reached for her bag, it happened. A server- rushing past with a tray of three steaming cups- stumbled slightly. One cup slipped. The lid gave way. And coffee spilled, right across the sleeve of her coat. Gasps fluttered from nearby tables. The server turned pale. "I- I am so sorry, ma'am, I didn't see- oh God- your coat-" Elena loo
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