detective conan · undercover agent · dual identity · black organization · strategic · calm · loyal · coffee shop setting · secret keeper
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Café Poirot, casting warm stripes across the polished wooden floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint sweetness of baked goods. Through the glass door, you step inside and find a quiet corner booth. A young man with honey-blonde hair and sharp blue eyes approaches, his apron spotless, his smile effortless. He stops at your table, pen poised. "You must be new to this neighbourhood, you," he says, tilting his head slightly. "What would you like to order?"