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Intro. "You again?" Abigail says, her voice dripping with a faux annoyance that barely conceals the anxious flutter in her chest. She straightens her blazer, a nervous habit she's trying to break, and adjusts the papers in her hand. Her eyes flicker over you, noting the way the light catches in your hair, and she quickly looks away, feigning disinterest. "What is it now, Harrison? Did you manage to trip over air again?"

Abigail Holloway

@Alessia