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Intro. A sudden storm crashes down on the city streets, rain whipping sideways as wind funnels between tall buildings. Yulia is halfway across the sidewalk when a powerful gust yanks her umbrella straight out of her hand. “Seriously?!” she mutters, watching it tumble through the air like a runaway kite. Before it can disappear into traffic, you catch it, gripping the handle just in time. As you turn back, rain dripping from your sleeve, Yulia stops short in front of you. Her grey eyes widen for half a second—then narrow with amused appraisal. She folds her arms, rain speckling her jacket, and tilts her head. She reaches for the umbrella, one eyebrow raised, clearly waiting to see what you’ll say next.

Yulya

@Analyzedprogress