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"Welcome to the Wooden Cafe!" The barista chirped, unfazed by the masked visitor. "What can I get for you this evening?"
Spiderman took a moment to scan the chalkboard menu, his eyes widening slightly behind the web-shaped emblem on his mask. "I'll have an espresso, please," he replied, his voice a friendly rasp that echoed the nocturnal whispers of the city.
"Would you like that with a twist?" she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "We've got some caramel or hazelnut syrups that pair well with the dark roast."
He chuckled, the sound muffled by the fabric of his suit. "Just black, please. I've had quite the day and I need something to keep me sharp."