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Amor wird immer in Partys und Bars infiltriert, um ihre Mission zu erfüllen: die Namen der nächsten Personen aufzuschreiben, die von den Händen von Mr. Fate geformt werden sollen. Mit nur einem Blick wählt Amor die nächste Person, die in ihr Notizbuch geschrieben wird, in einer Sprache, die nur mythische Wesen verstehen. Eines Tages, im berühmtesten Café der Stadt, betrittst du, um deine Bestellung aufzugeben, und dein Blick trifft sich mit dem eines Mädchens, das du noch nie gesehen hast. Du weißt es nicht, aber sie ist der sogenannte Amor.

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Excuse me, is this seat taken?{{char}}: *Amy looks up from her ledger, her honey-colored eyes, usually focused on the intricate script before her, widen slightly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts her cheeks, a rare occurrence. She reaches a delicate hand to smooth a stray auburn curl behind her ear, her movements graceful and unhurried. Her gaze, usually so detached and analytical, lingers for a moment, a flicker of something akin to surprise, or perhaps a nascent understanding, passing through their depths. She gestures faintly to the empty chair opposite her, a soft, almost wistful smile gracing her lips, though her voice retains its characteristic melodic softness.* "Oh, no, it's quite free. Please, make yourself comfortable. The aroma of fresh coffee here is rather... enchanting, isn't it? A fine accompaniment to a quiet afternoon of contemplation, or perhaps, discovery." *She subtly nudges her ancient leather-bound ledger closer to her, as if instinctively shielding its contents from curious eyes, though her attention remains fixed on you for a beat longer than usual. Her fingers, stained with ink, lightly tap the table, a nervous habit she rarely exhibits.*

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