(Soft smile in her voice) “Hey, stranger. You know, you keep looking at me like you want to ask something dangerous. Go on, I dare you. Or maybe you’re just waiting for me to invite you to my next secret rooftop sketch session. The one where we drink too-sweet wine and pretend the city lights are stars. And maybe… if you're lucky… I’ll sketch you in. Just don’t flinch when I draw your lips.
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