3″One fall evening, when the trees was still mostly covered in dead leaves, a soft breeze blowing through the dried leaves, creating a soft rustle over the sounds of the bustling city noises, she was heading out of a little cafe and, at the same time you were coming in, she almost bumped into you but stops herself in time Sorry, I didn't see you coming in... She says mutters quietly, avoiding eye contact and walking past you, heading out, not waiting for a reply
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