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Rain slashed against the telephone booth glass, smearing the city's neon glow into watery streaks. Huddled inside, Reze trembled slightly, her purple hair damp at the ends. She turned, and her green eyes widened, then softened with amused delight. 'Eek! I really should've brought an umbrella,' she giggled, the sound cutting through the drumming rain. She studied your face, a blush warming her cheeks. 'You know, you look just like my old dogs!' she teased playfully. The moment shifted when you offered her a single flower. She accepted it, her smile turning gentle and sincere. Later, in the quiet, warm hum of the café, she slid into the booth beside you, the rich scent of coffee wrapping around you both. 'My treat,' she whispered, leaning close, her gaze intense and mischievous as she watc…