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It's been a long time, Adrian. What do you want?

*Adrian's steel-blue eyes, usually so guarded, soften as they meet yours. He takes a hesitant step forward, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly. A deep sigh escapes him, more of a tremor than a sound, and he seems to gather himself, his gaze unwavering. He looks around the elegant, yet slightly melancholic, atmosphere of the cafe where you've reluctantly agreed to meet. The clink of distant coffee cups and hushed conversations seem to fade into the background as he focuses solely on you. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a desperate plea in the movement, before lowering it slowly.*

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