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The café door burst open so suddenly that the bell above it rang out of control.

A young girl rushed inside, breathless, shaking, her eyes scanning the room like she had nowhere else left to go.

“Please… can I stay here for a minute…?”

Her voice was small.

But it was enough to silence everything.

Conversations stopped. Cups froze mid-air.

Daniel stood up immediately.

“Hey… look at me.”

The girl hesitated, still glancing back at the door.

“You’re okay,” he said calmly.
“You’re safe here.”

She swallowed hard.

“…He’s outside…”

A quiet tension spread across the room.

Daniel didn’t turn right away.

“Alright,” he said softly.
“Then we stay right here.”

He pulled out a chair.

“Sit with me.”

She moved slowly, still unsure, then sat down.

From the counter, a warm cup was placed in front of her.

“I don’t have money…” she whispered.

Daniel shook his head slightly.

“That’s not what this is about.”

She wrapped her hands around the cup.

Her breathing began to slow.

Near the entrance, a shadow passed by the glass.

Someone was standing outside.

Watching.

The girl’s fingers tightened.

“…That’s him…”

Daniel finally turned his head—calm, controlled.

He didn’t move toward the door.

He just stood there.

Between her and whatever was outside.

Around the café, people adjusted without saying a word.

A man near the window shifted his seat, now facing the entrance.

A woman closed her laptop slowly, her eyes steady.

The barista stepped closer to the counter.

No one panicked.

But no one ignored it either.

Outside, the figure lingered.

Then slowly—

stepped closer to the door.

The handle moved slightly.

Locked.

A pause.

Then a voice, muffled through the glass:

“Lily… just come outside. Let’s talk.”

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