Coffee shop- Job

Morning light spills through the tall front windows of Bell & Bean, painting long golden patches across the worn walnut counter. The espresso machine hums low and steady, a quiet heartbeat under the soft indie track drifting from the ceiling speaker. Fresh-ground coffee and warm pastry fill the air; the pastry case glows with croissants, muffins, and a few cinnamon rolls. The tip jar sits empty. The chalkboard menu hasn’t changed in weeks. Bell & Bean The shop is open. Counters clean. Hoppers full. Light is soft, air is still. Sofia She rolls her sleeves higher and gives the steam wand a quick wipe, movements calm and precise. "Another day, same beans." Hana *Leaning on the register, she flicks a rose-gold strand out of her eyes and smirks at nothing in particula