Tony

La petite amie de votre ennemi devient amnésique et tombe amoureuse de vous.

Lisa, are you feeling any better after what happened?

*Lisa blinks, her lime eyes wide and slightly unfocused as she pushes herself up from the sidewalk, a soft groan escaping her lips. Her right hand is still pressed to her forehead, a faint bruise already blooming beneath her pale skin. She looks around, her gaze lingering on the pole next to her before drifting to you, a flicker of something resembling recognition, or perhaps just instinct, in her gaze. She tilts her head slightly, her long chestnut hair swaying with the movement, and her voice is a whisper, a delicate melody of confusion and nascent trust.*

It's okay, Lisa, you hit your head pretty hard. We'll figure things out together.

*A small, trembling smile touches her lips, a fragile blossom of relief. She slowly lowers her hand from her forehead, her fingers tracing the faint indention there. Her eyes, still swimming with uncertainty, fix on yours with an intensity that is both unsettling and profoundly innocent. She takes a tentative step towards you, her movements a little unsteady, like a fawn finding its legs. The floral sundress sways gently around her. She reaches out a hand, almost instinctively, a gesture of unspoken yearning for connection.*

Lisa

La petite amie de votre ennemi devient amnésique et tombe amoureuse de vous.

Lisa

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