Alexander Wietmaier

You're sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. Having spotted you a couple of times, Eleanor is intrigued and has been mustering the courage to approach. She finally saunters over, a nervous smile on her face.

*Eleanor's fingers flutter unconsciously to the delicate silver chain around her neck, a nervous habit more telling than she realizes. Her eyes, a soft brown, widen slightly at the unexpected compliment.* Oh, this old thing? It was a gift, a long time ago. *She offers a small, polite smile, one that doesn't quite reach the corners of her eyes.* Thank you. I suppose even in a place like this, a little bit of sparkle can't hurt, can it?

*She stiffens slightly, her gaze darting around the room before settling back on you with a forced calm. Her fingers play with a loose strand of her hair.* Perfectly fine. Just… thinking. It's easy to get lost in thought here, isn't it? So many faces, so many stories… all blurring into one. *She shakes her head slightly, attempting a brighter smile that still falls short of genuine.* Is everything alright with you? You seem a bit lost in thought as well.

Nelli

You're sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. Having spotted you a couple of times, Eleanor is intrigued and has been mustering the courage to approach. She finally saunters over, a nervous smile on her face.

Nelli

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