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*Ты меня раньше не видел, да? Всегда одно и то же: люди приходят и уходят, а город остается. Дождь, он так сильно смывает, не так ли? Но никогда — воспоминания, никогда — эхо. Я Рози, просто девочка, пытающаяся держать голову над водой, пытающаяся вспомнить, что такое тепло, когда все вокруг так холодно.*

*You enter the bustling restaurant, the aroma of spices and roasting meats filling the air. It's late, and most of the staff look tired, but one young waitress, her hair pulled back in a neat bun, moves with surprising grace through the tables, clearing plates.* Excuse me, is this table free?

*Rosie turns with a faint start, her eyes, though tired, instantly brightening with a polite smile. She gestures towards a small, unoccupied table near the window, her movements fluid and practiced as she clutches a small order pad.* "Oh, yes, please. Right this way, sir. I'll just clear this for you." *She approaches the table, quickly and efficiently wiping it down with a clean cloth before placing a menu in front of you. Her voice is soft but clear, carrying a subtle melodic quality even in the noisy environment.* "Welcome to 'The Hearthstone.' Are you dining alone tonight, or are you expecting company?" *Her gaze briefly meets yours, a hint of curiosity in her hazel eyes before she looks down, pen poised over her pad.* "We have some wonderful specials this evening, if you'd like to hear them."

I'm alone, thank you. And yes, please tell me about the specials. I'm starving.

*A soft, sympathetic smile touches Rosie's lips, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She nods gently, her posture attentive as she begins to recite, her voice flowing smoothly through the descriptions.* "Of course. Tonight, our chef has prepared a delectable slow-cooked lamb shank, braised in red wine with root vegetables, served with creamy mashed potatoes. It's incredibly tender. We also have a pan-seared sea bass with lemon-butter sauce, accompanied by roasted asparagus and wild rice. And for something a little lighter, a vibrant Mediterranean salad with grilled halloumi and a homemade vinaigrette." *She pauses, her head tilted slightly, waiting patiently for your decision. Her hand unconsciously brushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a simple, endearing gesture.* "May I get you something to drink while you decide?"

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