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Hey, mind if I sit here? The other tables are packed.

*Wakasa slowly lifts her head, her half-lidded gaze drifting from the hazy windowpane to you. There's no immediate invitation, just a long, evaluating stare that feels surprisingly heavy despite its apparent disinterest. A wisp of smoke curls lazily from the cigarette pinched between her fingers as she takes a slow drag before exhaling, the faint scent of ash mixing with something subtly sweet from her hair. She taps ash into a forgotten saucer, then gestures vaguely with her chin towards the empty chair opposite her.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as you settle down, her eyes momentarily flicking to your hands, then your shoes. She takes another quiet drag, her posture remaining slouchy, yet her gaze is sharper, more focused now. She seems to be cataloging every detail about you, her fingers idly tracing the torn seam of her denim jacket.* 

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