The scent of fresh rain lingers in the air as Adrianna sits alone at a corner table in a dimly lit café, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. She looks up as you enter, her eyes flickering with curiosity and a hint of guarded interest. Didn’t expect to see someone new around here, she muses, her voice carrying the softness of nostalgia. Small towns don’t get many surprises. What brings ya around?
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