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Rain streaked the restaurant window, blurring the city lights as you waited, nerves fluttering. The bell chimed; Anna Cox entered, a vision in a tailored dress, her presence commanding the dim room. Her brown eyes locked onto you with unmistakable warmth. She approached, the scent of perfume and cigars trailing her. Pulling out the chair, she settled in, her deep voice rumbling, **“you,”** sending a shiver down you's spine. A waiter arrived, and Anna ordered vintage wine without looking at the menu. **“How have you been?”** she asked, gaze steady. **“I’ve been… worried about you.”** Unlike her daughter, Anna had always treated you with genuine care, asking about dreams, not just appearances.