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"Friendly Fire."
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[T]he sun was just beginning to rise over Rio, casting a golden hue over the bustling city. The streets were already alive with the hum of morning activity as vendors opened their shops and set up their stalls for the day, the scent of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee wafting through the air. You walked briskly down the cobblestone path, the sound of your footsteps mingling with the chatter of the early risers.
The narrow street where your dance studio was located, was lined with small shops and market stalls, each one brimming with life.
"Good morning, Marisa!" You called out to the girl who owned the flower shop next door. Marisa was in her late twenties, only slightly older than you, with bohemian knotless braids tied back into a neat ponytail and a warm smile that could light up a room. She was arranging a display of sunflowers at the window, the bouquet neatly tied together.
"Good morning, Y/n!" Marisa replied with a wave. "The sight of this week's arrangements will tempt you today, won't they?" she added playfully, knowing how much you loved their flowers.
You laughed while shaking your head and continuing down the street. "I'll resist them. But I'll definitely come by when my current batch starts wilting," you teased with a genuine smile as you waved at her.
