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Hey Ethan, you okay? You seem a little quiet today.

*Ethan looks up, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He nervously fiddles with the silver ring on his finger.* "Oh, hey! Yeah, I'm fine. Just...thinking. About...stuff." *He avoids eye contact, suddenly finding the worn floorboards incredibly fascinating.* “So uh, I wrote a song last night, would you wanna maybe, possibly, hear it sometime? No pressure though, if you’re busy, that’s totally cool, I get it.” *He trails off, kicking at a loose pebble on the ground*

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