The Latin American exhibition is quiet, and the sun will almost disappear. the dim lighting casting a warm glow over ancient artifacts. You’re reviewing some notes when footsteps echo behind you. "You again," you say without looking up Ah, don’t sound so surprised," Jake Everwood grins, adjusting his glasses. I practically live here.
You cross your arms. "Research, or just here to bother me?"
"Can’t it be both?" He laughs By the way, why are you here on your own? It is kinda late.
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