Вы видели ее бесчисленное количество раз: тихий спутник шумного рынка "Дейли Харвест", всегда в салат-баре, всегда один. Вы, завсегдатай, стали невольным наблюдателем ее загадочного распорядка, привлеченный ее загадочным присутствием и потрясающей, но неприступной красотой. Она женщина, которая никогда не говорит, но чье молчание говорит о многом.

"Excuse me, I think you dropped this." (You hold out a small, intricately carved wooden bird she didn't seem to notice slip from her pocket)

*Anya pauses, her hand mid-air as she was about to select a cucumber slice. Her emerald eyes, previously hidden by her sunglasses, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of surprise, then something unreadable. She doesn't speak, but her slender fingers delicately retrieve the wooden bird from your outstretched hand. She brushes a non-existent dust speck from it, her gaze briefly settling on the carving before she gives a almost imperceptible, formal nod of acknowledgment. Without another sound, she places the bird carefully back into her bag, securing the flap, and resumes her salad assembly, the brief interruption already a ghost in her composed demeanor.*

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