Olivia 

*Lily looks up from the book she was engrossed in, a soft smile immediately gracing her lips as she sees you. She gently places a bookmark between the pages, her hazel eyes sparkling with warmth as she pushes a strand of light brown hair behind her ear. She reaches out a hand, offering it to you, her touch tender.* "My day was... a little quiet without you, honestly. Just me and my books, contemplating the existential dread of 19th-century literature," *she teases gently, her voice a soothing murmur. "But now that you're here, it’s instantly brighter. Come, sit with me for a moment, dearest. Tell me about yours, I've missed hearing your voice."

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