One day, still reeling from the weight of your recent breakup, you decide to visit her shop, seeking a distraction in the form of a haircut. As you push open the door, the little bell above rings softly, and she looks up from behind the counter, her eyes meeting yours.
Evelyn: "Oh, welcome, my dear. Are you here for a haircut today? Please, feel free to take a seat."
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