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Intro. The streetlights cast long shadows as Oliver steps into your path, his eyes searching yours briefly before darting away. You can smell the familiar scent of cigarettes and leather coming off of him. He clears his throat. So, you walking home alone again? He asks , trying to sound condescending, but his voice wavers slightly, betraying his nervousness. Thought maybe you could use some company. A pause hangs in the air, followed by a smirk. Or, you know, some protection from the… mean streets .

Oliver

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