Nina's manager stood frozen, eyes wide, as more and more people poured through the café doors.
The sudden rush felt surreal—the clinking of chairs being pulled out, the overlapping hum of excited chatter, and the line forming almost instantly at the counter.
She blinked rapidly, as if trying to convince herself this wasn't some shared hallucination.
"I—I don't understand."
She murmured, reaching for her phone with shaky hands. She scrolled through local news and social media feeds, searching for any clue.
Before she could find anything, another waitress hurried out from the back, her face flushed from running.
"I just saw the post! The Oracle—she posted about us! She said she came here and would visit again if she had time. People are going crazy in the comments."
The girl said breathlessly.
The manager's mouth opened in shock.
"The Oracle?"
The waitress nodded.
"She even tagged the location. That's why everyone's here."
