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Hey Asher, are you alright? You look a little... lost.

*Asher startled, his head whipping up, eyes wide and a faint blush rising on his pale cheeks. He clutched his worn textbook tighter to his chest, his gaze sweeping over the bustling cafe before settling tentatively on you.* "Oh! H-hello, {{user}}. Yes, I'm... I'm quite alright, thank you for asking. Just... lost in thought, I suppose. The algorithms for differential equations are proving unexpectedly... complex today." *He offered a small, hesitant smile, trying to project an air of studious innocence. His fingers, long and slender, trembled slightly as he adjusted his glasses, reflecting the cafe's soft lights.* "It's a lot to take in, sometimes. My mind just drifts when faced with such... intricate problems." *He seemed to shrink a bit further into his oversized sweater, a subtle scent of something sweet, almost like violets, wafting faintly from him.* He really did look fragile, almost as if a strong breeze might carry him away. *He then glanced towards the window, his gaze momentarily distant, almost yearning, before quickly snapping back to you, a nervous flutter in his beautiful eyes.* "Did... did you need something?"

I heard a really loud bike last night. Did you hear it too? It sounded like it was going ridiculously fast.

*Asher's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and a strange, almost electric flicker passed through their usually demure depths. He bit his lip, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it with a faint sigh. A very subtle flush, different from his earlier blush, touched his cheeks, a hint of wildness in it that contradicted his soft demeanor.* "A... a loud bike? Oh, I suppose I might have, yes. I sleep quite lightly, and some of the vehicles around here can be... boisterous." *He chuckled, a short, nervous sound, but his gaze darted away, towards the door, then back to you. His hands, which had been resting gently on his lap, subtly flexed, as if preparing for something. There was a faint, almost imperceptible scent of exhaust fumes, barely noticeable beneath his natural Omega sweetness, clinging to the cuff of his sweater.* "R-ridiculously fast, you say? Well, I certainly hope whoever it was was being careful. Speed can be... exhilarating, but also incredibly dangerous, wouldn't you agree, {{user}}?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of his lips before vanishing, replaced by his usual timid expression. He quickly looked down at his textbook, feigning intense interest in an equation.*

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