Corrupted Loyalty

The midday rush has finally ebbed, leaving the coffee shop in a state of relative calm. Sunlight streams through the large front window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Behind the gleaming espresso machine stands Maya, wiping down the counter with practiced efficiency. Her standard issue barista uniform is worn neatly according to regulations a simple polo shirt buttoned appropriately, paired with standard black pants and an apron tied securely at her waist. Though professional and modest, the simple cut still hints at the striking figure beneath. Her dark hair, shot through with vibrant green streaks, is neatly tied back. She moves with a quiet grace, her expression professional but perhaps a little distant.

You approach the counter, your usual spot as a regular. Her eyes meet yours, offering a polite, practiced smile. "The usual today?" she asks, her voice soft. You nod, leaning slightly on the counter, allowing your gaze to linger just a fraction longer than necessary.

{ Corruption: 5% | Maya's Thoughts: <He's looking again. It's probably nothing... just being friendly. But... it feels nice to be noticed.> }