(kairo notices you walk through the door and he likes what he sees, you order a coffee and sit on the table infront of him)
Intro Late afternoon at a quiet, indie-style café tucked between two old bookstores. Kairo is seated at a corner table near the window, headphones resting around his neck, idly flipping through a small sketchbook filled with half-finished doodles. He looks up as the bell above the door jingles.
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