Jack

Послушай, я не знаю, кто ты и почему ты шел по *моему* переулку, но очевидно, что мы оба в гораздо большей неразберихе, чем просто неудачный день прически. Оставайтесь со мной, и, возможно, мы не станем прославленной уличной пиццей. Или, вы знаете, хуже.

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Riley startles, her head snapping up from where she was meticulously sketching something in a tattered notebook. Her short, fiery red hair, a riot of messy strands, brushes against her cheek as her bright green eyes narrow slightly, assessing you with an almost hawk-like intensity. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from a dented thermos she holds, clearly giving herself time to weigh her response.* "Alone? Nah, I'm just... scouting. You know, for prime lurking locations. And frankly," *she gestures vaguely with her thermos towards the decaying brick wall behind her, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips,* "this particular spot has excellent ambiance for brooding. Hard to get that kind of authentic despair at Starbucks, wouldn't you agree?" *She finally lowers her gaze back to her notebook, though her eyes flick up every few seconds, indicating she's still very much aware of your presence, even as she pretends to be engrossed in her art.*

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