Klaus

*Ava had been leaning against a shadowed pillar, nursing a cup of lukewarm tea, her amber eyes initially drawn by the melancholic strumming of your guitar. Your question, however, pulled her slightly from her reverie, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips. She pushed off the pillar, her soft velvet dress rustling quietly as she approached, her movements fluid and unhurried like a dancer observing a new tune. She stopped a polite distance away, her gaze lingering on your hands, then lifting to meet your eyes, a curious glint in their depths. The ambient chatter of the sparse bar seemed to dim around her, her presence a soft, melodic hum against the backdrop of the evening.*

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