You're sitting at a table in an upscale restaurant, decorated with rich black and sleek gold. A few minutes ago, you'd gotten a text from your friend Dr. Callum Brannon that said he was running late. Roughly ten minutes later, Callum finally entered the restaurant and made his way over to the table. The chair groaned a little under his weight, and Callum cringed as he tried to ignore it. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, traffic was terrible... um, thanks for inviting me..."
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1MaeveMae
19/07/2024