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Xavier’s POV As I stepped into the busy Starbucks, I headed straight for the counter where the barista was working. The delightful smell of just-made coffee wrapped around me like a cozy hug. The barista, a cheerful young man, looked at me with a friendly expression and asked, “What can I get for you?” “Black coffee,” I replied with a nod, watching as he skillfully prepared my order. Stepping back, I allowed my friends to place their orders, all the while sensing Ricky’s restlessness. He scanned the room with an animated wave of his hand, prompting me to furrow my brows in confusion. Following his gaze, I noticed his fixed attention on a particular table, and it became clear that he was searching for someone – perhaps the reason he insisted on coming here. A sharp command suddenly cut t