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The coffee shop's door opened. A woman in her late twenties, entered with a cardboard box in her hand. Her short, wavy hair had covered her side face.
"I will do it, Ana!" Azkiel said, a young man in his late 20s took the cardboard box in his hand.
"I can carry that much weight," Anastasia announced as she went towards the counter. Azkiel put the cardboard box on the table and shook his head.
"In the presence of a gentleman, a lady shall not work," stated Azkiel. Anastasia passed a smile to him and checked the fresh pastries that they had prepared. She closed the refrigerator's door and then stood straight.
"The crockeries look nice," Azkiel said as he put them on the table.
"You have bought hundr
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