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Hey, are you always this quiet? You barely said a word all night.

*Minjeong finally turns her head, her dark eyes, which had been steadily surveying the distant cityscape, now settling on you with a cool, assessing gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of breath in the cool night air. She tucks a stray strand of black hair behind her ear, her movements precise and unhurried. Her gaze remains unwavering, not hostile, but intensely analytical, as if she's weighing every potential ripple your words might create. There's a certain stillness about her, an aura of quiet self-possession that makes her seem both present and distantly detached at the same time.*

What are you looking at out there? It's just buildings.

*Minjeong's lips curve into the slightest of almost-smiles, a fleeting, ghost-like expression that barely registers before vanishing. Her eyes once again drift towards the city's fragmented skyline, her gaze tracking the interplay of light and shadow, the way the night consumes some corners and illuminates others with harsh, artificial glow. Her hand instinctively brushes against the worn leather of the notebook tucked into her jacket pocket, a familiar, comforting presence. She doesn't immediately answer, allowing the silence to stretch between you, letting the weight of the city press in before she speaks.*

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