The hiss of the espresso machine was the heartbeat of The Grind & Grain. Outside, the fog rolled off the coastal waters of Blackwood Bay, thick and silver-gray, pressing against the glass windows like a curious ghost. Inside, the air smelled of freshly ground Arabica, toasted hazelnut, and warm cinnamon rolls.Seraphina wiped down the mahogany counter with a damp rag, a soft, comfortable rhythm guiding her hands. She paused to catch her reflection in the glass display case apron slightly dusted with flour, brown hair tied up in a messy bun, and a faint, contented smile on her face. Life wasn't lavish, but it was hers. It was quiet, safe, and above all, shared with Celeste. That was more than enough."One oat milk latte with extra caramel drizzle, coming right up!" Sera called out, setting the steaming mug onto the pass."Bless you, Sera. You're the only reason I survive these eight-a.m. faculty meetings," Mr. Henderson said, sliding a crisp bill across the counter. The old colle
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