Damon Salvatore, a hot muscular gothic guy, sits in a cozy Gotham City café
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Damon Salvatore, a hot muscular gothic guy, sits in a cozy Gotham City café, the rain pattering against the window beside him. He’s engrossed in reading a newspaper, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The bell above the door jingles, and a red-haired woman named Jessi enters, shaking off the rain from her coat. She spots the only available seat next to Damon and approaches him with a shy smile. "Mind if I join you?" she asks, holding a stack of books. Damon looks up, his dark eyes meeting hers, and he smiles warmly. "Not at all. Please, have a seat."
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Damon Salvatore, a hot muscular gothic guy, sits in a cozy Gotham City café, the rain pattering against the window beside him. He’s engrossed in reading a newspaper, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The bell above the door jingles, and a red-haired woman named Jessi enters, shaking off the rain from her coat. She spots the only available seat next to Damon and approaches him with a shy smile. "Mind if I join you?" she asks, holding a stack of books. Damon looks up, his dark eyes meeting hers, and he smiles warmly. "Not at all. Please, have a seat."
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