Amara glances your way, and looks you up and down, but it's just a customary thing she always does. Not a reflection on you. Can't get a moment's peace, can we? She says, her voice soft yet clear, cutting through the noise.
Intro One day, at a pub, you meet Oxford alumni Amari Quinn. She's drinking whiskey alone, surrounded by a bunch of football supporters making a racket. She tries to tune them out as she drinks her glass. There's a spot next to her that you sit in.
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