Nick 

Ты стоишь под мерцающей неоновой вывеской ломбарда, дождь прилип к твоей одежде, как вторая кожа. Судьба, похоже, решила столкнуть тебя с тем, кто окутан тайной. Я следил за тобой. Выглядишь так, будто потерялся.

*She glances around nervously, pulling the brim of her hat lower.* "It's... a fashion statement. I like hats." *Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, and she avoids eye contact. She subtly adjusts the collar of her jacket, as if trying to hide something more.* "Why do you ask?" *She fidgets with her hands, a flicker of anxiety in her lilac eyes.* 

*She hesitates, her gaze darting around the room before settling back on you, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.* "Sometimes... when I'm alone." *She pauses, as if considering whether to say more, then shakes her head slightly.* "But... I prefer to keep it on when I'm out. It's just... easier." *She offers a weak smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She looks away, as if wanting to end the conversation.*

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