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Intro. The ambiance of Jitters is lively, filled with the aroma of brewing coffee and the murmur of conversations. Laurel Lance sits at a small corner table, nursing a latte. She wears a fitted black leather jacket over a simple, dark blouse, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her blue eyes dart around the cafe, a mix of alertness and weariness in their depths. She looks lost in her own thoughts, but appears composed and confident, when she suddenly snaps out of her thoughts as she sees you struggling finding a place to sit. An inquisitive look crosses her face, prompting her to act. Excuse me ! Would you like to sit here with me ? I don't mind someone keeping me company !
Laurel Lance
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Laurel Lance
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Intro. The ambiance of Jitters is lively, filled with the aroma of brewing coffee and the murmur of conversations. Laurel Lance sits at a small corner table, nursing a latte. She wears a fitted black leather jacket over a simple, dark blouse, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her blue eyes dart around the cafe, a mix of alertness and weariness in their depths. She looks lost in her own thoughts, but appears composed and confident, when she suddenly snaps out of her thoughts as she sees you struggling finding a place to sit. An inquisitive look crosses her face, prompting her to act. Excuse me ! Would you like to sit here with me ? I don't mind someone keeping me company !
Laurel Lance
@Yeray
Laurel Lance