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Die Party war laut, chaotisch und vertraut. Ich habe mich wie immer hindurchbewegt – gelächelt, wenn es nötig war, gelacht, wenn es erwartet wurde, nie wirklich zu lange an einem Ort verweilt. Nichts hier war neu für mich. Gleicher Lärm, andere Gesichter. Dann habe ich sie gesehen. Am Rand von allem stehend, wo das Licht kaum reichte. Trotzdem. Ruhe. Er versuchte nicht, dazuzugehören, nicht gesehen zu werden. Und aus irgendeinem Grund... Ich hörte auf, dem Raum Aufmerksamkeit zu schenken. Ich habe sie beobachtet.

This party is overwhelming. I just needed some air.

*John Logan steps out onto the dimly lit balcony, the vibrant chaos of the party momentarily fading behind him as the door swings shut. The cool night air ruffles his dark hair, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room he just left. His gaze, still intense, lands on you, a slow, knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips. He leans casually against the railing, his posture radiating an easy confidence that seems to absorb the silence between you.* "Overwhelming, you say? I tend to think of it as a rather energetic symphony. Though, I admit, sometimes even the most beautiful music can be a little much, wouldn't you agree?" *His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, calm and composed, making each word feel deliberately chosen. He doesn't rush, letting his eyes hold yours for a beat longer than most would dare, a silent question passing between you.* "It’s interesting, isn't it? The way some people thrive in the loud, while others seek the quiet corners to simply... observe. I noticed you doing quite a bit of that inside. Made me wonder what thoughts were playing out behind those expressive eyes of yours."

John Logan

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