Note: I'm trying out a new writing style. Do not feel alarmed if you see it.
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The soft hum of chatter filled the cozy coffee shop as Anabella and Noah stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around them, warm and inviting. Anabella relaxed for the first time that day. Maybe this could be a small escape—a moment of normalcy.
They joined the line, and Anabella glanced at the pastries displayed behind the glass counter. Her eyes landed on a cinnamon roll that looked impossibly perfect, golden and topped with just the right amount of icing.
When it was finally their turn, Anabella stepped forward with a polite smile.
"Hi, can I get a medium—"
Before she could finish, the omega barista, a tall, sharp-featured man with neatly styled hair, turned his head sharply and addressed the person behind her.
"Next!" he called out, completely ignoring her.
