Enchanted Café

FOR FILIPINO READERS ONLY!

This story contains 100% fluff.

When I was a teen, I wrote a story called Enchanted Café. It followed two girls running a small café and living through the soft absurdities of everyday life. There's no grand plot, no dramatic climax, just warm drinks, quiet moments, and the kind of chaos only friendship can brew.

Trigger warnings:
- Unfiltered teenage cringe (yes, even more than my usual writing)
- Questionable, overly dramatic names courtesy of my "mysterious and misunderstood" era
- Plot holes (I'll fix them... eventually)
- Financial nonsense: absurdly rich people because teenage me thought "CEO" and "famous people" meant "billionaire with eight mansions"
- Logic? Never heard of her.

In short, this is me revisiting the unpolished magic of my teenage imagination, just for fun, nostalgia, and a touch of self-inflicted embarrassment. This will not be my best work, as I don't plan to take this story seriously. It's more of a playground for nonsense, a place to practice when inspiration for my other stories decides to run away and hide.