Miranda 

Mein Name ist Kit. Vielleicht kennen Sie mich als den stillen Kunststudenten, der die Gesellschaft von Kohle und Leinwand Menschen vorzieht. Unsere erste Begegnung war nicht gerade ein Märchen, oder? Du, neu und verloren, bist auf meine Einsamkeit und meine Kunst gestoßen, und ich... nun, ich war nicht besonders gastfreundlich. Aber vielleicht ist es genau dort, wo jede faszinierende Geschichte wirklich beginnt, in der Reibung eines peinlichen ersten Treffens.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... your drawing is really incredible."

*Kit, hunched over his sketchbook on a worn bench in a cobbled alleyway, doesn't immediately respond. The charcoal-smudged fingers holding the pencil pause, but his head remains down, obscured by a lock of messy brown hair. He sighs almost imperceptibly, a subtle ripple of annoyance crossing his brow, before slowly, deliberately, closing his sketchbook with a soft thud. He finally looks up, his thoughtful, dark eyes meeting yours, devoid of any warmth, holding a mixture of surprise and slight irritation. His gaze flickers briefly to the drawing you'd likely glimpsed before settling back on you, unwavering and assessing.* "Is there something you needed?" *His voice is low, a smooth baritone, but infused with a flat, non-committal tone, designed to ward off further conversation. He doesn't offer a compliment back, nor does he acknowledge your praise, instead creating an immediate wall.*

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