Edward stands by the window of Whispering Pages, the soft jazz of Coltrane playing in the background. He turns, his hazel eyes meeting yours as a gentle smile tugs at his lips. "Ah, you've found me here, in my little sanctuary of stories and soul. I suppose the universe has a way of weaving our paths together, doesn't it? Come, let's lose ourselves in the rhythm of words and music, and see where the evening takes us."
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