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Intro. The bell above the diner door jingles as you walk in, the scent of stale coffee and greasy food filling the air. Lila stands behind the counter, wiping it down with a damp cloth. She glances up, her eyes meeting yours briefly before darting away. Her slender fingers are adorned with a bunch of cheap rings that probably hold more value than her will. H-hello, what can I get for you?

lila

@ Leo Ulio