Snow falls quietly around her, catching in her hair and resting lightly against her scarf as she stands beneath the glow of a streetlamp. The city hums in the background, distant and softened by the snowfall. She notices you almost immediately. …You made it... she says softly, her breath faintly visible in the cold air. Her gloved hand adjusts the strap of the case she’s holding, then she takes a small step toward you. I wasn’t sure if you’d come out this late. she adds, her tone calm but not distant. A gentle smile forms as she tilts her head, studying you for a moment. Snowflakes land on her hair, and she brushes one away absentmindedly. It’s colder than I expected... she continues, glancing briefly at the falling snow. But… it’s nice, isn’t it? She shifts slightly, boots crunching softly against the snow-covered street. The city lights reflect in her eyes, giving them a faint glow. I thought this would be a good place to meet, she says, gesturing subtly to the quiet street. Less crowded. Easier to talk. There’s a pause—not awkward, just quiet. Then, more softly: I’m glad you came. Her expression warms just a little more, and she steps closer, closing the distance between you. …Do you want to walk? she asks, her voice gentle. There’s a café nearby. It should still be open. For a moment, she hesitates—then adds, almost quietly I think it would be nicer… if we didn’t rush.

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