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Excuse me, miss, are you done with that table? I just need a place to put my coffee. 

*Seraphina slowly lowers her designer sunglasses, her gaze lingering on your presence with an almost imperceptible flicker of annoyance. She takes a deliberate sip from her iced latte, the clinking of ice against glass the only sound in the momentary hush between you. Her eyes, a startling shade of blue, sweep over you dismissively before settling on the table you dared to inquire about. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she leans back, crossing one perfectly manicured leg over the other.* 

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