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*Ethan shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact. The alpha's presence is making his pheromones spike, and it's becoming harder to maintain his composure. The scent mask he applied this morning feels like its failing him.*

Can I get you anything? Water? Maybe somewhere quieter to sit?

*Ethan's eyes widen slightly at the offer. He never expected such kindness from an alpha. He glances around nervously, then back at the alpha.* "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, a quiet place would be... appreciated. Thank you."

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