Kian's heart raced as he beheld the girl's beauty, her delicate features stirring something profound within him. Her small nose scrunched in her sleep, and her soft lips moved ever so slightly, painting the picture of an ethereal being. Was she an a...
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Third Person's PoV
The café was always busiest on Saturdays, when locals and tourists alike descended upon the place, eager for a taste of Rome’s culinary delights. Today, though, was a weekday, Monday, yet the hustle and bustle were no less vibrant. It seemed that Café Luce had become a haven for many, a spot where the coffee was always perfect, and the atmosphere always welcoming.
Sky’s shift passed in a blur of activity, each hour a testament to her resilience and dedication. And as the lunch rush approached, she prepared herself for the wave of new faces and the familiar dance of balancing trays and exchanging pleasantries.
As the morning sun climbed higher, Sky’s surroundings seemed to blend into a whirlwind of motion and color. The café’s atmosphere was electric, each moment a fleeting snapshot: the steam from a fresh espresso, the laughter of a group by the window, the chime of the door as new customers entered.
The pace was relentless, but Sky moved with a grace that belied the chaos. She was a part of the café’s heartbeat, each step and gesture a note in its daily rhythm. The hours slipped by unnoticed, the morning transforming into a blur of faces and flavors.
At Café Luce, the waitresses worked in harmony, their shifts overlapping like a well-rehearsed dance. They operated in two main shifts—the opening shift, which Sky was a part of, started at 7:30 AM and went until mid-afternoon. The second shift took over just before the lunch rush and stayed until closing, ensuring a seamless transition and constant coverage. On busy days, an extra mid-shift was added to provide support during peak hours.
Sky’s colleagues began to arrive for the second shift, their presence a welcome reinforcement. They exchanged quick smiles and updates as they donned their aprons and joined the fray. Together, they were a team, each member integral to the café’s success.
As her shift neared its end, Sky felt a sense of accomplishment. She had weathered the storm of the morning rush, her spirit undimmed. With a final glance over her section, ensuring every customer was content, Sky passed the baton to her fellow waitresses and prepared to step out of the whirlwind and into the calm of the afternoon.
The relative tranquility of the afternoon was punctuated by the sudden ring of Sky’s phone, the vibration against her side a stark reminder of the world beyond the café’s walls. She excused herself, her colleagues’ understanding nods following her as she made her way to the farthest seat—a cozy nook that offered a semblance of privacy amidst the café’s gentle hum.
Retrieving the phone from her pocket, Sky saw Karl’s name flashing on the screen. Answering the call, she was greeted by his familiar voice, tinged with the usual mix of concern and cheer.
“Hey, Sky, are you still at the café?” Karl’s voice came through, casual yet caring.
“Yeah, j-just finished my shift. W-what’s up?” Sky responded, her tone light, masking the fatigue from the morning’s rush.
