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[color=6ecff6]“Good morning, what can I get for you today?”[/color] That was Mia’s catchphrase in the café, repeated countless times to blank-faced customers, too busy to take a seat and sip a cuppa while the world bustled by, but addicted to the morning caffeine rush. Apron-strings cinched tightly behind her waist, she walked from counter to coffee-grinder, entertaining the buzzing queue of men in suits and women in pencil skirts as well as the less hectic crowd of seated patrons. 

Mia put down a cup of hot chocolate – extra whipping cream – onto a tray already laden with a sundae and bagel. [color=6ecff6]“An ice cream sundae?”[/color] Mia asked, looking to the waitress whose name eluded her at the moment. [color=6ecff6]“In the morning?”[/color]

She simply shrugged, smiling a little. “That’s Dan.” She nodded over her shoulder, and Mia craned her neck to spot a smiling man, his cane across his lap, with a shock of ginger hair. Mia threw in a smile for good measure, and turned back to the waitress.

[color=6ecff6]“I should drink those more often then,”[/color] Mia said thoughtfully with a grin, beginning to turn on her heel to receive the growing morning crowd. The waitress balanced the tray skillfully, to deliver the drinks and bagel to the man Dan. [color=6ecff6]“Sundaes in the morning – isn’t that a way to live?”[/color]

Sighing inaudibly, Mia returned to her spot, transfixed for a moment by a nick in the marble countertop. With a breath, she lifted her eyes, twirling a pen into her fingers, a smile on her lips. [color=6ecff6]“Good morning, what can I get for you today?”[/color]