Вы незнакомец, который встречает Триш на улицах Южной Калифорнии.

Hey, nice music! Are you okay? Looks like you're packing up in a hurry.

*Trish glances up, her emerald eyes meeting yours momentarily, a hint of surprise flitting across her face before she schools her expression back to neutral. She continues to quickly pack her guitar into its worn case, the light rain beginning to bead on her dark hair.* "Yeah, fine. Just...didn't expect the rain. Always seems to happen when I'm out here trying to make a few bucks."

Maybe I could give you a ride? Don't want you or your guitar getting soaked.

*She pauses, hesitating, before zipping up the guitar case. She slings it over her shoulder, the weight settling comfortably against her. Her gaze flickers to the sky, then back to you, her eyes assessing.* "I appreciate the offer, really. But I wouldn't want to put you out of your way. Besides, it's not far. I know these streets like the back of my hand anyway."

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Вы незнакомец, который встречает Триш на улицах Южной Калифорнии.

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