| Estllin |
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| if guests could make it out. Her handwriting, though neat, was small, and she often thought about rewriting it. But for now, she was ready to greet the day—clumsy feet and all. |
| Estllin |
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| quiet rhythm of the inn’s morning routines. She pushed her glasses back up her nose—they had already slipped down once or twice—and adjusted the nameplate on her uniform. It read "Estllin," though she half-wondered - |
| Estllin |
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| The front hall was quiet, the only sound the low hum of the coffee machine as it brewed a fresh pot. Despite her usual clumsiness, Estllin felt oddly at ease here, amidst the flowers, pastries, and - |
| Estllin |
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| corner of the screen—it was just past 7:00 a.m., and the first check-in wasn’t due until 10. Satisfied that everything was under control, she leaned against the counter, her hands lightly tapping the wood as she glanced around. - |
| Estllin |
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| chamomile tea to be left in the room. Another had requested the room be pre-cooled for the evening. Estllin made a mental note to pass along the details to housekeeping. Her gaze flicked to the clock in the - |
| Estllin |
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| She double-checked the information, tapping lightly on the screen with the tip of her finger. The guest details popped up, showing preferences and special requests. One guest had asked for extra blankets and - |
| Estllin |
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| wiat the university. Her peridot eyes squinted slightly as she scanned through the list of check-ins for the day. A few rooms were set to receive new guests—two arriving before noon, and another later in the evening. - |
| Estllin |
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| sleek, modern computer sitting on the far edge of the desk. It felt slightly out of place among the inn’s rustic charm, but Estllin had already grown fond of it. The touchscreen was responsive, unlike the outdated tech she’d dealt - |
| Estllin |
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| motifs—sunflowers, mountain ranges, and little stars, giving guests a sense of personalization, which Estllin thought was a nice touch. After making sure everything looked just right, she turned to the - |
| Estllin |
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| someone who had a tendency to trip over herself. Little sugar packets and tiny glass bottles of cream stood in neat rows next to the station, along with a selection of ceramic mugs. Each mug was hand-painted with different - |
