Iribitari No Gal Ni Mako Tsukawasete Morau Exclusive

Mako tightened the apron knot for the third time, more out of habit than necessity. The café smelled of toasted bread and citrus oil; sunlight slanted across mismatched tables and painted the chalkboard menu gold. She’d been called in for one unusual shift: to serve Hinata, the self-styled “Iribitari Gal” everyone in town whispered about.

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