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[color=FCCDE9] ♡ Time:[/color] Early Afternoon 
[color=FCCDE9] ♡ Location:[/color] The Coffee Pot
[color=FCCDE9] ♡ Interaction:[/color][@Calatrava]
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Annaliese had been just about to bite into her cinnamon bun when a slender man with dark-hair moved into her view with a protest. She furrowed her brows initially at his request. Did he really expect her to give up the decadent piece of art that was the cinnamon roll?  
[color=FCCDE9]"Ehh..."[/color]She drew off as she listened to his offer, her eyes traveling to the mocha roll. It did look pretty good. She did love chocolate too. The last of his statements made her pause and think for a moment. 

[color=f7941d]"I-I just really like cinnamon buns.  Reminds me of home."
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Annaliese missed home too. She had essentially lived there all her life, barely going anywhere else. Though she had always seen this as a negative thing, always feeling like Rapunzel trapped her in a tower, maybe she was also a bit privileged in that. Perhaps some people never had much time at home or with their family. Some people may never have had one at all. 

[color=FCCDE9]"Okay,"[/color]She finally replied, setting the cinnamon roll back in its dish and pushing it toward him with a genuine smile. It felt nice to do something good for someone else. Annaliese felt proud of herself. This was her opportunity to make a friend. [color=FCCDE9]"My name is Annaliese, but please call me Annie."[/color]She introduced herself softly, [color=FCCDE9]"You can sit here if you want."[/color]