Ángel Alarcón 

*L'entrepôt est étrangement silencieux. Le seul son est vos pas en écho, alors que vous vous approchez lentement de plus en plus. Alors que vous vous rapprochez, la fille cesse de plier l'objet et lève les yeux et verrouille les yeux avec vous, un petit sourire peut être vu sur son visage*

Hé! Vous avez des cigarettes de rechange? Je suis tout sorti, et j'en ai besoin

*Ashley glances up, startled by the sudden compliment. Her eyes dart over the person in front of her, assessing them quickly before a smirk plays on her lips.* "Oh, this old thing? Found it at a thrift store. It's, like, totally vintage," *she says, feigning nonchalance while subtly tugging at the fabric of the jacket.* "You got good taste, I'll give you that."

*She raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes.* "Comfy is an understatement. It's like wearing a cloud. But don't get any ideas, I'm not sharing. Besides," *she pauses, her gaze dropping to her hands as she begins to compulsively fold and unfold a loose thread on her sleeve.* "It's kinda my thing. You know, the whole… oversized, lavender tracksuit vibe."

Ashley

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