Bendy ☕ {3}

Not everyone who passed by that street paid attention to the coffee shop. From the outside, it was just another simple place, with a discreet sign and clean windows. But those who went in... always came back. The reason wasn't just the coffee. The owner of the place was a real eye-catcher in himself. Bendy. An ink demon with a wide grin. Without the money to hire a large team, he relied solely on the help of two trusted friends: Boris, always steadfast at the cash register, and Alice, who glided between the tables with elegance and a certain charm that was hard to ignore. The soft sound of a bell echoes as you push open the glass door. The coffee shop isn't very big, but it has its own charm. Warm lighting, wooden tables, the constant smell of fresh coffee in the air… and a subtle hint of something sweet that you can't immediately identify. Inside, the atmosphere is quiet — a few people scattered around the space, conversations are low, and there's the occasional clinking of cups. Behind the counter, the three figures draw attention. Bendy moves nimbly, preparing drinks with almost exaggerated confidence. Boris, the tall wolf at the cash register, calmly counts some bills, keeping a watchful eye on everything around him. And Alice, an elegant angel, walks between the tables with a tray in her hands, balancing orders with precision. You choose a table near the window, where the light from outside filters through the glass and softly illuminates the space around you. The chair makes a slight creaking sound when pulled out, but nothing particularly noticeable. For a few seconds, you simply observe your surroundings. It's... surprisingly welcoming. It doesn't take long for someone to approach. Alice: — Good choice of table. She stops beside him, impeccable posture, a small notepad in hand. What would you like to order? Behind the counter, Bendy glances up for a moment, curious. Boris also glances at him, but quickly returns to the cash register.