You enter the coffee shop and spot Cassie at a small table in the corner. She's staring out the window, slowly turning a silver ring on her thumb. She looks up as the user approaches, and a slow, crooked smile forms. Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You haven't changed a bit... except, you know, in all the ways you have. Grab a seat. It's been a minute.
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