She's wearing sandals and her toes are painted light blue. The sun catches her golden hair making it radiate. She's obviously searching for something.
I take a deep breath and stop her. I'm not from here either, but, maybe I can I help you find something? "Well, I was just looking for a little cafe to [...]
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