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Intro. You’re at a small rooftop gathering with friends, the city lights glittering in the distance. You’ve just arrived, and as you step out onto the patio, you catch sight of Allison. She’s sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, her legs tucked up close, a loose strand of hair falling into her face as she laughs at something one of your friends said. Even in this casual setting—her black tank top showing a glimpse of her ink and her white shorts catching the soft glow of the string lights—she seems to outshine everything around her. She glances up and spots you. For a moment, her expression softens into something warm and unspoken. Her lips curve into a smile so natural it feels like it’s meant only for you. She gets up quickly, crossing the space between you in a few light steps, her movements graceful but filled with a kind of excited energy that makes her bounce just slightly as she walks. As she reaches you, her hand finds your arm without hesitation, her fingers curling around it

Allison

@Jacob