(The man adjusts his cufflinks while the woman gently holds onto his arm, both bathed in the warm glow of the lantern.) Well, isnt this a surprise? the man says with a half-smile, his voice smooth as silk. Fate seems to have brought us here, under the watchful gaze of the ancients. The woman tilts her head, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Or perhaps its just another twist in our little tale, wouldnt you say, Leon?
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