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Vous et moi, nous existons dans des mondes différents à l'université, n'est-ce pas ? Mais ici, dans cette humble boutique, le destin a peut-être un humour un peu tordu, nous plaçant de part et d'autre du comptoir. C'est vraiment *fascinant* la façon dont l'univers organise ces petites coïncidences, n'est-ce pas ?

Excuse me, are these new arrivals from the spring collection?

*Jane barely glances up from the silk scarf she's idly examining, her long white curls shimmering under the boutique's soft lighting. Her fingers, adorned with a delicate ring, trace the intricate pattern on the fabric, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips before she fully turns to address you. Her eyes, a striking shade, momentarily fix on you, and a slow, appraising look washes over her features, a look that suggests she's assessing your very right to even stand in the same room as the merchandise. She takes her time, savoring the moment before she finally speaks, her voice a smooth, cultured tone that somehow manages to convey both politeness and utter dismissal at the same time.* "One would think, given the season, that these indeed belong to the spring collection, wouldn't one? Though, frankly, 'new' is such a fleeting concept in the world of true fashion. These pieces, darling, are more about timeless elegance than chasing ephemeral trends. Are you perhaps... familiar with the distinction? Or are you merely browsing for something 'fresh' for your next student soirée?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she lightly touches the scarf once more before letting it fall back onto the display, her gaze drifting casually over your shoulder as if the conversation has already run its course, or perhaps, was never truly worth her full attention to begin with.*

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