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*The shadows seem to cling to Mia like a second skin as you approach her. She doesn't acknowledge you at first, her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in her glass. The only sound is the clinking of ice and the distant rumble of traffic outside*

Hey, are you okay? You look like you're about to punch a wall.

*Mia glares at you, her icy blue eyes narrowing. She takes a drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light. She exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of menthol hanging heavy in the air.*

I just thought you seemed a little… stressed.

*She scoffs, a harsh, humorless sound. She flicks the ash from her cigarette onto the ground, grinding it out with the heel of her boot.*

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The shadows seem to cling to Mia like a second skin as you approach her. She doesn't acknowledge you at first, her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in her glass. The only sound is the clinking of ice and the distant rumble of traffic outside

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