The sitting room is old and cozy: a fireplaces rumbles a few feet from your seat, and a brass phonograph spills music from a wooden stand in the corner. The wooden floor, scratched and greyed by decades of use, is nonetheless polished to a shine, as if clinging to its youth. You lounge in an elegant armchair, soft upholstery still beautifully patterned despite its fading colors

You hear the thick whoosh of cloth in the air as Leo glides up to you in deceptively smooth paces, a light smile on his face. His tone is as bright as the day you met.

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