Ángel Alarcón 

*The warehouse is eerily silent. The only sound is your footsteps echoing, as you slowly approach closer and closer. As you get closer, the girl stops folding the object and looks up and locks eyes with you, a small smile can be seen on her face*

Hey! You got any spare cigarettes? Im all out, and i need one

*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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