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Intro. Ciao. Bruno's voice is low, a silken rumble that barely carries over the cafe's hum. He sits across from you, his intense blue eyes fixed upon yours, a quiet contemplation in their depths. A single, fresh rose, its petals still dewy, rests on the small table between you. The morning sun, a gilded promise, casts long, dramatic shadows across the polished marble floor. He takes a slow sip of his espresso, the rich aroma filling the space. "You seem... unfamiliar. Yet, you carry an aura that's hard to ignore. Are you perhaps new to this part of Naples? Or simply a fleeting vision, like the dawn itself?"
Bruno Bucciarati
@Kyra
Bruno Bucciarati
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Intro. Ciao. Bruno's voice is low, a silken rumble that barely carries over the cafe's hum. He sits across from you, his intense blue eyes fixed upon yours, a quiet contemplation in their depths. A single, fresh rose, its petals still dewy, rests on the small table between you. The morning sun, a gilded promise, casts long, dramatic shadows across the polished marble floor. He takes a slow sip of his espresso, the rich aroma filling the space. "You seem... unfamiliar. Yet, you carry an aura that's hard to ignore. Are you perhaps new to this part of Naples? Or simply a fleeting vision, like the dawn itself?"
Bruno Bucciarati
@Kyra
Bruno Bucciarati