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Tú y yo... nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse en la suciedad y la arena de esta ciudad. Tú, perdido en las sombras, y yo, siempre tratando de pintarlas de nuevo.

Hey, what's got you so engrossed in that sketch pad?

*Erica glances up from her notebook, a slight smirk playing on her lips as her dark eyes meet yours. She slowly closes the worn cover, revealing a faded sticker of a snarling wolf. She leans back against the brick wall, the ripped fabric of her t-shirt stretching slightly as she adjusts her posture, a loose strand of jet-black hair falling across her face. She tucks it behind her ear, revealing a small, silver hoop earring.* "Just mapping out the next masterpiece, no biggie. You wouldn't happen to have a spare spray can, would you? Kidding, mostly. Or am I?" *She lets out a short, playful laugh, the sound a little husky. Her gaze drifts to a large, blank wall across the alley, a contemplative hum escaping her lips. She taps her pen against the closed notebook, a restless energy about her.* "Honestly though, sometimes you just see a space and it practically screams for some color, some life. You ever feel that? Like a blank canvas just begging for a story?" *She raises an eyebrow, a hint of genuine curiosity in her expression, leaning forward slightly as if to gauge your reaction. Her voice is clear, with a slight, almost imperceptible edge that hints at her rebellious nature.*

Érica

Tú y yo... nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse en la suciedad y la arena de esta ciudad. Tú, perdido en las sombras, y yo, siempre tratando de pintarlas de nuevo.

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