The moment Kaidren approached the counter, a soft and professional voice rose to meet him.
"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome—how may I help you today?"
Behind the counter stood a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties. Her brown hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, strands slipping free to frame her face as they escaped from the simple white hat dotted with little ice cream imprints. The ponytail swayed lightly when she moved, a detail that matched the lively energy she carried. Her wide brown eyes reflected both kindness and practiced professionalism, the sort that came from greeting customers every day without losing sincerity. She wore a plain white shirt beneath a neat brown apron, simple but clean, the kind of uniform that fit this quaint yet cheerful ice cream shop.
Kaidren gave a faint nod in acknowledgment, though he didn't answer her immediately. His eyes lowered instead, focusing on the wide glass display case in front of him.
