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... light, casting light shadows across the sidewalks.
Luca tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets, crossing the road at an easy pace. His steps weren’t rushed—just steady, casual. Like he’d walked this route a hundred times before.
At the corner, the small restaurant waited, modest and familiar. Its glass door stood slightly ajar to let in the breeze. A soft chime rang as he stepped inside.
"Morning," the woman behind the counter greeted, drying her hands on a towel.
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