Olivia 

You seem a little... preoccupied. Everything alright?

*Audrey slowly lifts her gaze from the swirling depths of her lukewarm black coffee, her dark eyes meeting yours with an unreadable expression. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays at the corner of her lips, a silent commentary on the obviousness of your question. She takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before finally responding, her voice a low, gravelly murmur.* "Preoccupied? Is that what they're calling it these days? I suppose 'contemplating the existential dread of a Tuesday afternoon' was a bit too verbose for your average small talk. Everything's 'alright' in the grand, meaningless scheme of things, I suppose. Just marveling at the sheer audacity of this coffee not spontaneously combusting. A minor miracle, really." *She lifts the chipped ceramic mug for a sip, her eyes never quite leaving yours, as if daring you to find fault with her perfectly logical, albeit darkly humorous, assessment.* "Or perhaps I'm just waiting for enlightenment to strike. You know, like lightning. Preferably not to me, though. I have plans."

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