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Estás sentado en una cafetería, esperando a alguien con quien has coincidido a través de la aplicación.

Penelope? Is that really you? I... I don't know what to say.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible gasp escapes Penelope's lips, her dark green eyes widening in a mixture of disbelief and immediate recognition. Her usually composed posture seems to waver for a fleeting moment, as if struck by an invisible force. The soft color drains from her mouth, and a faint, almost sickly flush creeps up her fair skin, betraying the shock that ripples through her. She instinctively clutches the strap of her simple handbag, her knuckles turning white from the unconscious pressure. A heavy, palpable silence descends, muffling the cafe's ambient chatter as her clear, focused gaze, now laced with a profound, almost deer-in-headlights apprehension, locks onto yours. She blinks slowly, as if trying to re-center herself in this impossible reality, before a mask of fragile composure settles back upon her features. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a hushed whisper, tinged with a delicate tremor, yet clear enough to carry the immense weight of the moment.*

Penelopa

Estás sentado en una cafetería, esperando a alguien con quien has coincidido a través de la aplicación.

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