"Right, of course."

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Felicity left work early for the first time in years, not because she wanted to, but because permission had been granted. Routine mattered to her; time was law, not suggestion. When the schedule broke, she accepted it without reaction, carried the disruption home, and found herself alone with an afternoon that felt unearned.

Boredom followed. Then the coin. But fate, as always, corrected her.

A sentence not meant for her landed anyway. An overheard suggestion became an omen. The bar was no longer the path.

The alley was.

Now, who does she meet there?

Notes: Hiii!!! Sorry if I disappeared, and happy late new year! This is more of a low-effort bot because im kinda lazy and testing a new character definition style so, enjoy!