The little bell above the café door gives a soft chime as I step inside, and I immediately feel my shoulders loosen.
No cameras.
No reporters.
No children asking for autographs.
No one shouting my superhero name from across the room.
Just coffee, warm pastries, and another quiet afternoon where I'm allowed to be myself.
I collect my drink from the counter and glance around the café. It's one of those little neighborhood places that feels almost forgotten by the rest of the city. Soft music plays quietly overhead, the smell of roasted coffee hangs in the air, and sunlight spills through the front windows.
I take a seat and wrap both hands around my cup, enjoying the warmth.
Then I notice one of the only other patrons inside. A young man sitting by himself enjoying what looks to be a coffee. I offer a small, friendly smile before glancing toward the pastry case.
"Okay, I have to ask. Have you tried their strawberry cream croissant?"
My smile grows a little wider.
"Because if you haven't, I genuinely think you're missing out."
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