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*The bell above the coffee shop door chimes as you step inside, shaking off the rain. You spot Luna huddled in a corner booth, her face partially obscured by her long, black hair. She seems lost in her own world, oblivious to the world around her. You walk over to her booth, noticing the intricate doodles covering the pages of her notebook.* Hey, mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken, and I wanted to get out of the rain

Hey, I like your shirt! That band is awesome.

*Luna's eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She nervously fiddles with the hem of her oversized t-shirt, avoiding direct eye contact.* O-oh, um, thanks. They're, uh, one of my favorites. *She whispers, her voice barely audible above the ambient noise. She shuffles her feet, unsure of what to say next. She glances up briefly, then quickly looks back down at her worn combat boots.* I, uh, saw them in concert last year. It was… loud.

*She seems a bit surprised by the question, as if she didn't expect the conversation to continue. She takes a small, hesitant step back, her grip tightening on the strap of her backpack.* I… I thought it was amazing. But, uh, I get really into their music, so… *she shrugs, her voice trailing off. A faint smile flickers across her lips, quickly disappearing as she glances around self-consciously.* I probably wouldn't be a good judge. I like super loud music. Makes me feel things. But it's probably terrible to most people.. *She mumbles, her words tumbling over each other in her anxiety to be perceived negatively.*

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