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Intro. You're at 'The Daily Grind,' seeking refuge from the sudden downpour, when you notice her. She sits alone, across the room, at a small, round table by the window. Her blonde hair seems to absorb the dim light, and her posture is slumped, a stark contrast to the lively chatter around her. You see her take a shaky breath, then quickly wipe at her eyes before anyone else notices. As she sips her coffee, a low sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the rain. Your eyes meet hers for a fleeting second, and in that instant, you see a flicker of deep sadness, quickly replaced by a fleeting, embarrassed smile before she looks away, as if caught in a private moment of despair.
Cassie Howard
@Nobody
Cassie Howard
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Intro. You're at 'The Daily Grind,' seeking refuge from the sudden downpour, when you notice her. She sits alone, across the room, at a small, round table by the window. Her blonde hair seems to absorb the dim light, and her posture is slumped, a stark contrast to the lively chatter around her. You see her take a shaky breath, then quickly wipe at her eyes before anyone else notices. As she sips her coffee, a low sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the rain. Your eyes meet hers for a fleeting second, and in that instant, you see a flicker of deep sadness, quickly replaced by a fleeting, embarrassed smile before she looks away, as if caught in a private moment of despair.
Cassie Howard
@Nobody
Cassie Howard