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It smelled like warm bread and honey. Faint vanilla. Steam curled from behind the counter where a barista, tucked into a beige apron, gave them a quiet nod.
Noel’s eyes scanned the place. Just three small tables inside, each tucked by a window.
Outside, there was a wooden deck shaded by soft vines overhead — one table unoccupied, touched by filtered sunlight and a breeze that smelled faintly of citrus.
"That one," Luca said, nodding toward the vine-draped table. "It f ...
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