The sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating Lora's anxious face as she tried to maintain a semblance of composure. The conversation with Marco, while amusing, had left her feeling more vulnerable than she had anticipated. "Okay, but seriously, how do I even meet someone like that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marco leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, a thoughtful frown replacing his earlier mirth. "Well, you could try the usual routes—parties, clubs, or maybe even the dating app route." He raised an eyebrow. "But are you sure you want to go that way? It’s not exactly… personal."
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