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｡･ﾟﾟ･walking on your usual route to work has never felt so unfamiliar. maybe it was the new establishment that magically appeared next to the bus stop that made it feel that way. you were sure that place wasn't there yesterday and the sheer presence of the said building looming behind you isn't helping either. you feel oddly drawn into the cozy aura emitting from the strange place and the enthralling scent of bread and bacon and eggs is tempting you to take a short detour.
maybe it wouldn't hurt. you did skip breakfast today. you were basically destined to enter.
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as soon as you enter the lavishly snug restaurant, someone immediately presents themselves in front of you with a smile. you take a quick look at their nametag.
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your eyes dart back to the waitress', jules, eyes. her smile never falters. it's sort of creepy, but comforting in a way.
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jules leads you to a room--the waiting room, you assume. but it was only you and her inside. you were sure a new breakfast place at this time of the day would be packed. she sits you down on a soft cream sofa and as you were about to ask about the lack of more people inside, she beats you to it with an explanation.
"it's to ensure that you won't be distracted by the busy morning business." she says in a calming voice.
