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his voice low and sharp, eyes fixed ahead. His tone was no-nonsense

. "Nope, she's not a professional at all." He chuckled, his lips

brow at him. "Wha

ts of Queenstown. The silence in the car was comfortable, filled only with the hum of the engine and the soft clink of coins shifting in Peter's p

e way. The town was quiet now, but he knew that when the sun rose, Queenstown would come to life again, a place filled with tourists, loca

the view, the placid waters of the lake reflecting the stars, the food that seemed to carry the taste of the land, the people who welcomed yo

nt. The snow-covered mountains loomed in the distance, standing tall and proud against the sky. Pristine blue lakes shimmered under the moonlight, and twisted, gusting riv

ouses dotted the landscape, their windows glowing like little beacons of life in the vastness. Sometimes, the roads were so close t

at the same time. The streets were lined with old buildings that spoke of a long, rich history. Dunedin, perched on the ea

asked, his voice filled with mild curiosity. They were coming throu

. "It's a small town, bro. The Edinburgh of the South, they call it. We'll have to park

ting the hustle and bustle

ng to check his phone. "The university's huge here.

the cold as if it were summer. The girls, on the other hand, were something else. They wore flimsy coats over tight, super skinny jeans or leggings and miniskirts, accessorized with three-inch heels that made their legs look impossibly long.

These girls had that effortless beauty, a natural charm that had a freshness to it, but it w

t-blue coat that had definitely seen better days-frayed cuffs, faded fabric, and a hood that was slightly askew. Her long, dark hair streamed out from underneath it, a tangled mess that danced in the wind. She wasn't walking i

to the rest of the crowd's high heels. They were a stark contrast to her black je

voice pulled him

was already sliding his cell ph

see that," P

the blue coat. She had slowed down, now walking at a more leisurely pace. She slipped her hand into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a cell ph

like the lively, bustling places he was used to. The air inside was thick with the faint smell of hospital food, a combination of reheated meals and antiseptic that somehow managed

reminded him of the fragility of life. Everything felt like it was on the edge of falling apart. And yet, in some

onversations filling the air. It wasn't the kind of place he liked, but it had