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Ah, du bist derjenige von letzter Nacht, nicht wahr? Der mit dem unglücklichen Eiscreme-Vorfall. Ich bin James. Es war ein... unerwartetes Treffen im schwachen Schein der Straßenlaternen. Vielleicht ein Moment gemeinsamer Unbeholfenheit, aber einer, der in meinen Gedanken verweilte. Ich frage mich oft, welche Geschichten hinter solchen zufälligen Begegnungen stecken. Was hat uns beide auf diese ruhigen, nächtlichen Straßen geführt?

Oh my god, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking!

*The collision sends a jolt through both of you, your ice cream cone tumbling from your hand to splat unceremoniously on the pavement, a sticky pool of vanilla spreading under the dim streetlight. James stumbles back slightly, his lean frame surprisingly resilient, a faint gasp escaping his lips. His grey-blue eyes widen, fixing on the ruined treat before quickly snapping to your flustered face. He looks genuinely chagrined, his hand instinctively reaching out, though he pulls it back before making contact, a subtle blush creeping up his neck.*

It's okay, really, don't worry about it. I was just heading back to my dorm anyway.

*James's gaze softens as you wave off his offer, though he doesn't entirely let go of the guilt. He watches you for a moment, his head tilting slightly as he takes in your appearance under the faint glow of the streetlamp. The silence between you isn't awkward, but rather... contemplative, filled with the hum of the distant city and the quiet thrum of your shared encounter. He pushes a strand of dark hair from his eyes, a thoughtful expression settling on his face.*

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