If you’re leaving will you take me with you? I’m tired of talking on my phone.
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The library was quiet that evening, filled with the soft scent of old pages and the muted hum of a hidden sanctuary where Ignarev’s Jennie and Dulcia’s Seohyun found their own rhythm. While Ignarev’s Jennie looked effortlessly chic in her black beret, her fingers tracing the spines of 'Fashion Designers' volumes like she was searching for a lost masterpiece, Dulcia’s Seohyun stood nearby in her warm suede jacket, meticulously flipping through stacks of old CDs and LPs with a nostalgic smile. “Ini nostalgia banget,” Dulcia’s Seohyun whispered, her eyes lighting up at a rare find, prompting Ignarev’s Jennie to glance over with a fond chuckle and a soft, “You and your music,” acknowledging how their different interests always seemed to pull them into the same orbit.

They remained anchored by that comfortable silence, eventually walking out into the cooling evening air with hearts full of quiet, curated moments. It was a simple, perfect harmony—two different worlds sharing the same peaceful space.