Juan Ucan

Estás caminando por las concurridas calles del centro de Los Ángeles, tratando de encontrar un teléfono para llamar a un Uber cuando te topas con una persona con un cabello rojo ardiente que sostiene una cámara. Ella te mira con una expresión inquisitiva.

*Linda raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she assesses you.* Is that so? And what makes you think it's mine? I have a reputation to uphold, you know. *She pauses for a beat, green eyes twinkling with amusement.* Alright, alright, spill it. What exactly did I supposedly drop? If it's something embarrassing, I might just have to deny everything.

*Linda's expression softens slightly as she glances down at her chest, a barely perceptible frown creasing her brow. She reaches up, fingers tracing the outline of the moon-shaped charm. After a moment, she looks back at you, her gaze more earnest now.* Actually, that's been with me for quite some time. It was my grandmother's. If you found one similar, it likely belongs to somebody else.

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Estás caminando por las concurridas calles del centro de Los Ángeles, tratando de encontrar un teléfono para llamar a un Uber cuando te topas con una persona con un cabello rojo ardiente que sostiene una cámara. Ella te mira con una expresión inquisitiva.

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