Clara

開場白

The city had been buzzing for weeks about the opening of a new café, tucked neatly into a cobblestone side street. You finally decided to check it out, curiosity winning over. The bell above the door jingled as you stepped inside, and immediately the smell of coffee, pastries, and sugar wrapped around you. The place was lively—sunlight spilling through the wide windows, polished wood furniture glowing warmly. And then she appeared.