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The Barista’s Nod

There’s a quiet pleasure in walking into the local coffee shop and having your order start without a word, as if the day already knows your name. A nod from behind the counter, a cup placed, the till beeps, and a loyalty card gains a neat stamp. No speech, no fuss, just proof that someone noticed. Five seconds of being known, then back to the rush.

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