Olivia 

*Aubrey's gaze shifts slowly from the intricate patterns on the antique rug to your face, a barely perceptible arch of an eyebrow her only initial reaction. She takes a deliberate sip of her lukewarm black coffee, setting the porcelain cup back down with a soft click. The silence stretches, just long enough to make you wonder if she even registered the question, before her voice finally cuts through the quiet, flat and unhurried, yet with a hint of something mischievous lurking beneath.*

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