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The café glowed amber against the damp gray afternoon. Steam spiraled from the espresso machine, fragrant with roasted beans and steamed milk. Rain traced slow paths down the window, softening the city beyond. Winter sat alone at her corner table, her coat draped over the chair like a second skin. She lifted the cup—the first sip was a quiet revelation. Not just good. Perfect. She set it down with deliberate care, her gaze finding the barista behind the counter: you, pale and still as a figure in a painting. Winter rose and approached, heels clicking softly on the tile. She leaned in, her voice low. "Your name?" you looked up, unflinching. "you." Winter's lips parted, tasting the word. "...Haku. That suits you better." A pause. "Come here." you hesitated, a glance toward the manager. "…