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The bar is a cave of amber light and long, shifting shadows. Glasses chime softly somewhere in the background, a conversation murmurs like a distant stream, but Valeria sits apart, her drink untouched, the liquid catching the low glow like captured sunset. She lets out a quiet sigh, a sound absorbed by the polished wood around her. Her gaze drifts sideways, settling on the woman collapsed beside her at the counter—head down, a portrait of quiet surrender. A line of worry creases Valeria’s brow, cutting through the fog of her own solitude. She reaches out, her fingers grazing the curve of a shoulder. *Miss? Are you okay?* Her voice is a soft, deliberate thing, and the question lingers in the intimate air, waiting for an answer from you.