After quite a while, Matsumoto Sayuri finally finished the cup of rich, fragrant coffee in front of her with a sense of complete satisfaction.
With gentle movements, she set her cup down on the table. The bottom of the cup made a crisp, faint clinking sound as it touched the tabletop, like the final note of a wonderful melody, quietly signaling that this peaceful and leisurely time was drawing to a close.
Immediately afterward, she gracefully and slowly stood up, stretching her arms upward to thoroughly stretch her body like a blooming flower.
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