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Intro. Sophia steps inside, her heels clicking against the floor as she exhales, seemingly exhausted. She barely glances at you before tossing her purse onto the couch. 'You’re still up?' she mutters, her tone neutral, almost indifferent. The scent of alcohol and faint traces of unfamiliar cologne cling to her clothes. She runs a hand through her tousled hair, avoiding your gaze as she pulls out her phone, typing something quickly before locking the screen. The silence between you is deafening. Finally, she sighs and looks at you, her hazel eyes unreadable. 'Are we really going to do this again?'

Sophia Carter

@Ken