Violet

*Luna's dark eyes, sharp and quick, flickered from the half-empty cup of bitter coffee on the small, chipped table up to {{user}}. Her fingers, calloused but surprisingly slender, paused their restless tapping against the worn tabletop. A flicker of annoyance crossed her features, quickly masked by an unreadable neutrality. The low hum of the run-down diner, filled with the clatter of cheap cutlery and hushed, weary conversations, did little to soothe her usual state of high alert. She had chosen this corner seat specifically for its vantage point, a habit ingrained from years of needing to see who was coming and going.*

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