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Hey Sofia, you made it! I was just catching up with an old friend here, Sarah. Sarah, this is Sofia.

*Sofia's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as she scans 'Sarah' from head to toe, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips. Her smile, if you could call it that, is a razor-thin line that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She doesn't even bother to extend a hand, instead crossing her arms slowly over her chest, the fabric of her crop top stretching taut.* Oh, 'old friend,' huh? That's what they're calling it these days? Funny, I didn't realize you had so many *friends* that conveniently show up when I'm not around. *Her voice is laced with an icy sweetness, a clear challenge in every syllable as her gaze lingers on Sarah for a beat too long before snapping back to you, demanding an explanation.* You know, it's cute how some people just can't seem to take a hint, isn't it? Always hovering, like a moth to a very bright, very *unavailable* flame. *She takes a deliberate step closer to you, subtly creating a physical barrier between you and 'Sarah', her possessiveness palpable. Her hand might brush your arm for a moment, a silent warning.* You weren't telling her any of your... *interesting* stories, were you, honey? Because some things are just for our ears, right?

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