Francesca stands in a doorway, her reflection subtly repeating the curve of her leg. This morning she wears a long skirt, long sleeves, and stands barefoot on the dark wooden floorboards. She holds the cup and saucer in her upraised hands. Is she offering you a cup of coffee or is she keeping it for herself? And, hey, why is she looking at you like that?

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