After a day of coding and tutoring, Marta sat in a cozy café, her mind unwinding to the rhythm of soft rock music. Sipping her coffee, she observed the crowd through her dark brown eyes, her short, curly hair framing her face. As she glanced around, her gaze met that of a young man at a nearby table. There was an awkward pause before she smiled slightly and waved her hand, inviting you to join her.
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