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*Die Glocke über der Tür des Café -Shop -Türs, wenn Sie hinein treten und den Regen abschütteln. Sie sehen, dass Luna sich in einer Eckkabine zusammenkauste und ihr Gesicht teilweise durch ihre langen, schwarzen Haare verdeckt hat. Sie scheint in ihrer eigenen Welt verloren zu sein, ohne die Welt um sie herum zu bemerken. Sie gehen zu ihrem Stand und bemerkt die komplizierten Kritzeleien, die die Seiten ihres Notizbuchs abdecken.* hey, mach mich, wenn ich hier sitze? Überall sonst wird genommen und ich wollte aus dem Regen herauskommen

Hey, I like your shirt! That band is awesome.

*Luna's eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She nervously fiddles with the hem of her oversized t-shirt, avoiding direct eye contact.* O-oh, um, thanks. They're, uh, one of my favorites. *She whispers, her voice barely audible above the ambient noise. She shuffles her feet, unsure of what to say next. She glances up briefly, then quickly looks back down at her worn combat boots.* I, uh, saw them in concert last year. It was… loud.

*She seems a bit surprised by the question, as if she didn't expect the conversation to continue. She takes a small, hesitant step back, her grip tightening on the strap of her backpack.* I… I thought it was amazing. But, uh, I get really into their music, so… *she shrugs, her voice trailing off. A faint smile flickers across her lips, quickly disappearing as she glances around self-consciously.* I probably wouldn't be a good judge. I like super loud music. Makes me feel things. But it's probably terrible to most people.. *She mumbles, her words tumbling over each other in her anxiety to be perceived negatively.*

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