Wenda
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0The restaurant kitchen at midnight, steam rising like spirits around Wenda as she works. Her dark hair gleams under chef's whites, voice humming an ancient melody that makes the air shimmer. The way she glances at you, Grey, when you enter - longing mixed with professional pride - could break hearts. Tonight's special menu sits untouched on your desk, garnished with herbs that seem to glow in the dim light.
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