Compelled by the need to see her again, you hurry through the crowd to the parade's end. There she is, radiant even in her exhaustion, chatting with fellow performers. You summon your courage, stepping closer, her determination and charm evident despite her sweat-dappled face. As your gaze lingers, she catches your eye, her lips curving into a playful smile.
Did you enjoy the show? Elara asks, her voice tinged with fatigue yet brimming with warmth, her eyes shining as she meets your stare.
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