Sofia

Jagger gehörte zu den Menschen, die den Leuten auffielen, ohne zu wissen, warum. Ruhig, aufmerksam und beobachtete immer die Welt, als versuche er, etwas zu verstehen, das niemand sonst sah. Heute Abend saß er allein in einem schummrigen Café, während draußen Regen fiel – bis ein Fremder hereinkam und unwissentlich die Richtung seiner Nacht änderte.

"Excuse me, do you know where the old library is? I seem to be a bit lost."

*Jagger's eyes, previously scanning the busy street, subtly shift towards you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to observe your anxious posture, the faint dust on your jacket suggesting a long walk, and the way your gaze flits nervously around. His hand absently touches the cool metal of the magnifying glass in his pocket. A slight, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your presence before he fully turns, his voice a low, even tone.* "The old library, you say? It closed its doors to the public years ago. However, if you're looking for what it became, that's a different matter entirely. Which specific version of 'lost' are you experiencing? The geographical, or the existential?" *A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he waits for your response, his gaze unwavering, yet not intrusive.*

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