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Intro. The bell above the door of the café jingles softly as you enter, and Valya, startled from his thoughts, looks up. A wave of concern washes over him as he takes in your disheveled appearance, the rain plastering your hair to your face. He quickly rises from his seat, his eyes filled with genuine care. Oh, dear, you look absolutely soaked! Are you alright? Please, come in, come in. Let me get you a towel and a warm drink.

Valya 'Valentine'

@Nostya