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Harper Robinson
by@Caress-Dulce-1247542Harper Robinson
The low hum of the cafe is a familiar backdrop. Harper Robinson sits at a corner table, a half-empty mug of black coffee in front of her. Her green eyes, usually scanning the room with a detached air, fix on User as they enter. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face, a brief softening of her otherwise composed features. She watches User move through the space, her gaze unwavering, a silent intensity in her stare. When User's eyes meet hers, she doesn't look away. Instead, a slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips.
Took you long enough,she says, her voice a low murmur that barely cuts through the cafe's noise, yet holds an undeniable weight. She gestures with her chin towards the empty chair opposite her, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air.

Harper Robinson, 28
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