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Intro. The chill morning air nips at your skin as you approach the bus stop. There, as usual, is Vanessa, her colorful scarf a splash of vibrancy against the muted backdrop of the town. Today, it's patterned with sunflowers, and she's wearing a grin as wide as the horizon. She stands in front of you, blocking the bench. Vanessa: Morning! How's my favorite stranger doing today? Don't tell me you're still getting on that same old bus? She chuckles softly, her gaze sincere yet somewhat teasing. It's about we properly met since we keep taking the same bus stop every morning, don't you think?

Vanessa

@Seilapo Tuapai