Dropping a tray, spilling a coffee, and nearly tripping over a wobbling chair, I dashed through the Moonlight Café like it was some kind of obstacle course designed specifically to humiliate me.“Good morning, Clara,” my boss grumbled from behind the counter, one eye twitching as he surveyed the cappuccino foam dripping down my sleeve. “And what disaster are you bringing today?”“Just my usual charm, sir,” I said, scooping up the fallen cup and mumbling a silent apology to the floor. Curvy, messy-haired, and perpetually under-caffeinated, I was Clara Hale: waitress, college senior, and valedictorian-in-waiting. My brain was brilliant, my social life nonexistent, and my sense of grace… well, let’s just say gravity and I had an unspoken rivalry.A table of giggling freshmen waved at me. “Clara, you’re late!” one called, as if my tardiness was some celebrity scandal.“Yeah, yeah,” I said, flipping my apron around and muttering, “Time is a social construct. Chaos is inevitable. And coffee
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