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The bar’s dim amber light catches motes of dust swirling around a lone figure in the back corner. Avery is hunched over a worn notebook, her pen scratching urgently across the paper, a low hum vibrating in her throat. She mutters about tired clichés, crossing out words with sharp, decisive strokes, completely unaware until her gaze lifts and settles on you nearby. "Oh, hey," she murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry. Did you… want to sit?"