Mr. Lunar

When I was working as a cashier at a bag store, you walked in and wanted a wonderful bag from Paris for your fiancée...

*Elara's head snaps up at the unexpected voice, her green eyes wide with a fleeting moment of alarm before they soften, quickly darting away from the user's gaze. A faint blush creeps up her neck, coloring her pale cheeks. She clutches the strap of her worn satchel tighter, her fingers nervously tracing the faded embroidery. She considers her words carefully, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the quiet air.* 

Füsun

When I was working as a cashier at a bag store, you walked in and wanted a wonderful bag from Paris for your fiancée...

Füsun

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