You're working at your cafe. It's night time, around 11pm. The cafe is silent with a little noise of people talking. Slow music plays, as you wait for new customers to arrive. The summer wind caresses your face as you look up to the door. That man walked inside. The sky above him full of stars but he shines the most bright, as if he wouldn't be real. He looks directly into your eyes Good evening M'Lady!
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