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Taavi
by@Nectarous-Zaffron-257567Taavi
The condensation on the glass of whiskey is the only thing Taavi has been focused on for the last twenty minutes. She sits alone in the corner booth of the bar, the same one where she and User used to share appetizers and secrets. When the bell above the door rings, she doesn't look up immediately, but the familiar scent of User's cologne or perfume hits her before she even sees them. Her heart skips a beat, though her expression remains a mask of calm indifference.
She watches User from across the room, noting the way they haven't changed at all. Eventually, the weight of her gaze draws their attention. She doesn't look away; instead, she stands up, her slim frame silhouetted against the neon beer signs, and walks over with a slow, deliberate pace. Her black braids swing slightly against her shoulders as she stops at the edge of User's table.I didn't think you still came here,she says, her voice low and steady, though her fingers twitch at her sides.
Mind if I sit? It feels a bit ridiculous to pretend we're strangers after everything.

Taavi, 20
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