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Anything to change the conversation before she starts rambling on about the bucket list she wants to fulfill with Rowan. “Tales of the Moonlight,” She repeated the book’s title with a bit of dryness in her voice. “It’s a fantasy book.” “You like reading fantasy?” I held my hand out for her to give me the book. “Is it kid-rated though?” She hummed as she handed it over for me to inspect. “Uncle Ro bought it for me.” I closed the book in a flash, making the poor object yowl with a slapping sound. Rowan, again.

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Sophia The bookstore café smells like cinnamon buns and strong espresso, the kind of mix that makes you want to linger even if the chairs are uncomfortable. The space hums with a quiet buzz, pages being turned, low conversations, the hiss of milk steaming behind the counter. I arrive first and order a large cappuccino to keep my hands busy, pretending to read the opening chapter of a novel I pulled from the nearest display. My eyes don’t move across the page so much as hover. Every time the door opens, I glance up. Ridiculous. Like a teenager on her first coffee date.

Some information was too dangerous for civilian consumption. Which left me with exactly one option: go straight to the source of this reproductive hijacking. “This conversation requires industrial-strength ice cream,” Constance announced, abandoning her desk chair like it had personally offended her ancestors. “The kind that comes with emotional support and possibly therapy.” We were drowning in peak pumpkin spice season—that magical time when basic white girls everywhere pretended cinnamon could solve existential crises. For most people, this meant lattes and I*******m-worthy fall photos. For Constance, it meant chasing triple-scoop sundaes with hot chocolate so loaded with marshmallows it

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Alicia’s POV “Hmm, hmm,” I hummed under my breath the melody to a song I knew by heart - a perfect love song that always stirred my spirit and made me smile. The cafe was teeming with patrons this autumn afternoon, as the weather was perfect. The entire cafe had a scent of the signature pumpkin spice drink that everyone and their mother loved, and talks of the Halloween parties to occur filled the air. I was not part of the conversation, as quiet as I was in front of anyone who wasn’t Acker and Mikael, and I was also nearly done with my shift thankfully enough.

"Tabby, I bought you the first cup of pumpkin spice latte for the fall. I bought you a dozen because I know how much you like them." I stared at the drinks and remembered that I had asked him to buy me a cup of pumpkin spice latte last fall due to a social media trend back then. But what had he said back then? "Come on, Tabitha. Do you realize how old you are? Why are you still chasing childish trends like this? Don't you find it disgusting?" Yet later, I saw on his social media that he had bought ten cups of pumpkin spice latte for Sasha, along with the first piece of cake and the first candied apple for the fall season.

She had felt the ups and downs of the business, so, now she didn't hesitate to use her experience. Zack is still young. His cakes have a perfect taste. The only he lacks is his presentation of his cake. The cakes look boring and lonely. In this era, unique and pretty are very important. That's why she can accept the name of the café, 'Guilty Pleasure Café', people who have tried to eat here must have been disappointed with the cafe that didn't match the name.

Make no small plans for they have no power to stir the soul. She’d always found its ambiguity comforting, especially as it could be applied to coups, fashion empires, and just as likely, a pumpkin-spiced latte from her favorite coffee shop, Project Caffeine; which she reckoned would be enough to set her heart—and taste buds—on fire. Nestled in the major thoroughfare of Fifth Avenue, its environmentally friendly quiet ambience came as a surprise to any who stepped in through its doors to see its whitewashed wood panels and the potted greenery.

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