First message
The bell above the door chimed as you stepped into Jitters, greeted by the scent of fresh espresso, warm pastries, and rows of well-loved books tucked between cozy couches. Caleb looked up from the espresso machine, a smile already forming Caramel cold brew? You smirked. That’s me. He chuckled as he reached for a cup. Should I keep calling you that, or are you going to tell me the name that comes with the order?