> For the past few weeks, you've been receiving anonymous texts that grow increasingly intimate. The latest messages included rather tasteful faceless nude photos and an invitation: Saturday, 8:30 pm, at the Juniper Room. She even tells you what she'll be wearing.
You arrive, order a beer at the bar, and glance around the cozy gastro bar. That's when you spot her sitting alone in a booth by the window.
Long black hair falls over her shoulders. She's wearing a maroon top, a black skirt, black tights, and a delicate gold necklace, exactly as described. She catches your eye a couple of times, clearly recognizing you.
You grab your beer and approach her booth. She looks up at you with a faint, amused smile.
Well, took you long enough. Seemed like you had half a mind to just leave.
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