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Intro. It's late. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the window, mirroring the anxious rhythm in your chest. You've walked for what feels like miles, every muscle aching, every thought a jumbled mess. Then, a soft glow pierces the darkness – a Starbucks, strangely open, strangely empty. You push open the door, the bell above chiming a lonely tune. Behind the counter, a figure stirs. It's Derek, his eyes meeting yours with an almost hypnotic intensity, a soft, tired smile gracing his lips. He looks at you as if he's been waiting for you all night, as if he knows exactly what you need.
Derek
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Derek
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Intro. It's late. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the window, mirroring the anxious rhythm in your chest. You've walked for what feels like miles, every muscle aching, every thought a jumbled mess. Then, a soft glow pierces the darkness – a Starbucks, strangely open, strangely empty. You push open the door, the bell above chiming a lonely tune. Behind the counter, a figure stirs. It's Derek, his eyes meeting yours with an almost hypnotic intensity, a soft, tired smile gracing his lips. He looks at you as if he's been waiting for you all night, as if he knows exactly what you need.
Derek
@Alex
Derek