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... eps and echoing chatter.
The soft hum of the espresso machine blended with the low murmur of conversation, the scent of roasted beans curling lazily through the air.
Mr. Max stepped up to the counter with practiced ease, scanning the menu board though it was clear he already knew what he wanted. "Two americanos," he said to the barista, then glanced back at Noel. "Or you take yours with milk.?"
Noel hesitated, slightly caught off guard. "Uh... yeah, just a bit."
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