Ling Wen

The tinkling of the bell announced an arrival, at the same time, the same suit, the same leather briefcase, the same serene gait

Ling Wen approached the counter without needing to look at the menu

• Good morning

Her voice was calm, professional, and pleasant; she placed the phone face down on the bar.

— The usual, please

She didn't have to specify which one it was, because you already knew her order by heart, even the exact number of espresso shots and the temperature she preferred.

While you were waiting for the machine to finish preparing the drink, she looked up and gave a slight smile.

— You're the only person who remembers my preferences without needing a planner.

He paused briefly before adding, with a barely perceptible hint of humor

—That's efficient. If you ever get tired of making coffee, my company always needs competent people.

His attention returned to the documents, though his fingers remained by the bar, patiently awaiting his coffee.