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The lounge buzzed with the soft clinking of china, warm chatter, and the sweet scent of pastries laid out across the long wooden table. Afternoon light poured through the wide windows, brushing the edges of the room in a gentle gold.Kaia stepped in quietly, meeting her new teamâs bright faces. Her smile had a way of settling the room - soft yet steady.Amelia was the first to greet her.âKaia! We we...
Adrian guided Kaia through the glass corridor, the soft hum of morning conversatiion floating around them. The office, with its clean lines and warm tones, buzzed with the low excitement that always came with a new project - and today, a new team lead.Kaia walked beside him, composed yet quietly taking in every detail. Her heels clicked softly on the marble, her formal dress fitted and elegant, co...
Adrian was in the middle of explaining a campaign report, when the HR managerâs voice broke through the background hum.âAdrian, your new relationship manager is here. Would you mind introducing her to the team?â He nodded without looking up, still scrolling through the figures of his tablet.âSure, send her in.âHe didnât notice the first click of her heels on the polished floor.Not until he heard h...
Adrian never really cared much for office gestures. Birthdays, welcome lunches, farewell cakes - they all felt rehearsed. But when his manager mentioned a new team member joining today, he found himself suggesting , almost without thought, âLetâs get some flowers for her desk.âNow walking through the glass doors of the office, the sunlight chasing his steps, he wondered why it had felt so necessar...
It was almost noon when Mrs. Alder walked in, her cheeks pink from the sun and her apron smelling faintly of roses.âBusy morning,â she said, setting her basket of trimmings down. âYou two survived?ââBarely,â Elena said dramatically. âKaiaâs been a silent storm since seven.âKaia gave her a look. âSome storms have purpose.âMrs. Alder chuckled. âYou always did sound poetic when youâre pretending youâ...
The cafe was breathing again - that familiar morning hum Kaia loved the most. The sound of clinking cups, the smell of vanilla, and the faint music drifting from the old radio perched by the window.Elena was talking, as usual - her words tumbling faster than Kaiaâs thoughts could keep up. âSo, hear me out - what if we add raspberry glaze to the chocolate muffins? People love red things, you know. ...
Adrian didnât plan to stop.He never did.The morning sun was still soft, the kind of gold that clung to windows and rooftops, making everything look gentler than it really was. He was on his usual route, headphones in, his thoughts wandering somewhere between a new project at work and the playlist that never changed.But then-there it was.A small corner cafe, tucked between a bookstore and a florist...
The morning at Chapter and Brew felt different.The usual rhythm-soft music, clinking spoons, sunlight sliding through the glass- was there, but quicker somehow, like the world had woken up a few minutes ahead of schedule.Kaia moved faster than usual.Her steps were sharp, her hair pinned up hastily, a strand falling near her cheek that she didnât bother to tuck away. She adjusted the :pastries in t...
He didnât believe in chaos. But some mornings had a way of rewriting quiet lives.The soft hum of music filled the room- the kind that didnât demand attention but lingered in the air, like a heartbeat. The blinds were half-open, letting sunlight slip through in uneven bands that stretched across the floor, landing on carefully stacked books, a vinyl player, and a single plant he watered every morni...
Some mornings donât ask for words, they unfold quietly, like a secret youâve always known.. The door to â Chapter and Brewâ opened with its familiar creak. A soft breath of morning air followed her in - cool, gentle and alive.Here she was â Kaia â She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. The cafe seemed to exhale when she arrived, as though the ro...