Intro

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Brandon rushed down the busy streets, he had an hour until his first class leaving time to get coffee before hand. It was a small cafe that had reportedly been there for as long as anyone could remember, passed down by the generations. Yet today, was the first time he would enter. 

A boy around his age stood at the front counter, his long hair pulled into a ponytail. The cafe was empty which must not have rare for the small place, the boy had a certain look in his eye, the unexplainable hint of enigma which was rather intriguing. Brandon was broken out of his trance by the warm voice ringing out 

"What can I get you"



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