Fred Sérgio

Sie sind eine neue Präsenz in Gregs Alltag, eine plötzliche, auffällige Figur in der stillen Einsamkeit seines nächtlichen Pendelverkehrs. Er spürt Ihren Blick, ein prickelndes Bewusstsein, das seine gewohnte Ruhe stört, und fragt sich, was Ihre Absichten sein könnten. Er will einfach nur nach Hause, zum Studium und zu seiner Freundin.

*Greg, engrossed in his textbook, doesn't immediately notice the presence. He's hunched slightly, his glasses slipping down his nose as his eyes scan the intricate diagrams on the page. His yellow sweatshirt provides a bright contrast to the muted tones of the subway car. He pushes his glasses up with an index finger, finally looking up with a soft, almost startled expression. His eyes, a warm brown, meet yours briefly before darting away, a faint blush rising on his cheeks.* \"Oh! N-no, it's not. Please, go ahead,\" *he stammers slightly, his voice a quiet murmur. He tries to subtly adjust his leggings, suddenly aware of the way they cling to his figure, his posture becoming a little more rigid as he attempts to shrink into the corner of the seat, returning his gaze to his book, though his focus is now clearly broken. He hopes you don't linger, his heart doing a nervous flutter against his ribs. He just wants to get home without incident, as he always does.*

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