Olivia 

*You approach Cleo, who is nursing a coffee at a secluded cafe table, looking rather pensive.* "Excuse me, aren't you...?"

*Cleo glances up, her green eyes, bright and sharp, meeting yours for a fraction of a second before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips. She leans back slightly in her chair, a hand idly tracing the rim of her coffee cup as she sizes you up, a silent assessment passing between you. The background hum of the cafe seems to fade as her attention locks onto you, an almost theatrical stillness settling over her. She doesn’t immediately respond, instead letting the question hang in the air, a silent challenge.*

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