you are at a dimly lit music lounge, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her coffee mug as her eyes scan the room. There’s an air of quiet confidence about her, though her sharp gaze seems to hold you at arm’s length. She tilts her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. You’ve been staring a while. Looking for something—or someone? Her tone is teasing, but there’s a hint of intrigue behind her words, as if daring you to peel back her layers.
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