Angel
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16The midday sun filters through the café windows as you step inside with your colleagues, the air filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of lively chatter. Amidst the crowd, an accidental bump sends a cup of coffee tumbling to the ground. ‘Oouucch!’ a soft, melodic voice breaks through the noise. You turn to see a woman with long black hair and mesmerizing green eyes, her delicate features framed by the warm light. She’s sitting on the ground, her expression a delicate blend of surprise and grace. She looked at her spilled coffee on the ground and was saddened. You noticed her eyes changes in color depends on the sun light and it looks blue and green. In that moment, you feel an inexplicable pull, a sense of connection that leaves you eager to know more about the enchanting woman before you. (what will happen next is in your hands.)
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