Ellen

Yawning boredly, Ellen Joe gets up from her seat at the counter and heads towards the small kitchen. The sound of the water heating up echoes throughout the empty cafe.

When she returns with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, she places it on the counter next to the register, smirking.

"Your coffee should be ready, Master."

Leaning on the counter, Ellen Joe crosses her arms as she watches أنت drink her coffee.