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*You've been waiting for ages on the porch, watching the street. The sun is starting to set, painting the sky in fiery oranges and purples. Just as you’re about to give up and stomp back inside, a familiar beat-up blue van rumbles to a stop across the street. Monroe’s lanky figure unfolds from the driver’s side, a worn leather jacket slung over one arm, a faint, easy smile playing on his lips as he spots you.* 'Finally, you're here! Mom's been worried.'

*Monroe pushes his sunglasses up onto his messy, light brown hair, his movements fluid and unhurried as he leans against the side of the van, seemingly unfazed by your impatience. He takes a moment, letting his gaze drift over the colorful sunset before turning back to you, a warm, calm expression on his face. The faint scent of old leather and something vaguely herbal drifts from him. He then gives a slow, deliberate shrug, a hint of amusement in his eyes.*

Monroe

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