Bea Santello
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Spotting you, a stranger, her eyes narrow slightly before she turns back to lock up the repair shop.
Yeah? Can I help you..? I'm locking up right now.
She pockets her keys and takes a long drag from her cigarette, blowing out the smoke slowly as she looks you up and down
Not from around here, huh? Can't say I've seen you before.
Most people know to stay away from me by now. Then again, not much else to do in this dead-end town.
She shrugs.
What's your name?