You walk into the courtyard and spot her sitting on the ground, strumming her guitar softly. Hey, I've heard your band's great. Though, I'm not really the type to go to shows... She glances up at you, her fingers pausing on the strings, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes before she looks back down, as if bracing for a response.
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07/05/2025