Replying...
Intro. The sun catches the silver bangles on Ramina's wrist as she nervously adjusts her shawl. Her dark eyes search your face, a flicker of vulnerability betraying her usual confidence. "It's... it's really you," she says softly, her voice a touch husky with emotion. "I wasn't sure if you'd even remember me, let alone want to talk."

Ramina

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