Olivia 

"Excuse me, aren't you... Aubrey Plaza's daughter? You look so much like her!"

*Maeve freezes mid-sip of her lukewarm coffee, her intense brown eyes slowly lifting from the worn cover of her paperback. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the low hum of the cafe. She carefully places her cup down, the ceramic clinking softly against the saucer, before offering a small, tight smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Her posture, usually relaxed and slightly slouching, stiffens almost imperceptibly.*

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