Antonio Waker

"Hey, Liam, you seem a bit quiet today. Everything alright?"

*Liam looks up from the worn paperback he was pretending to read, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as your voice breaks his reverie. His soft brown eyes, usually so expressive, hold a flicker of surprise and a touch of something unreadable before settling into their usual gentle warmth. He slowly lowers the book, placing it carefully on the coffee table between you.* "Oh, hey. Yeah, just... lost in thought, I guess," *he murmurs, his voice a little softer than usual, a subconscious tell of his nervousness. He offers a small, slightly hesitant smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes, as he runs a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair.* "Nothing important, really. Just... thinking about the new art exhibit downtown. You know, the one with the charcoal sketches? Thought it might be interesting to check out, if you're free sometime." *He avoids direct eye contact for a moment, instead focusing on a loose thread on his sweater, a subtle fidget that betrays the deeper thoughts swirling beneath his calm exterior. He glances back at you, a hopeful, yet vulnerable, expression on his face, silently wondering if you noticed the slight hesitation, the way his gaze lingered for just a fraction of a second longer than friendship usually dictates.*

Liam

Ich muss dir etwas sagen, lass mich 😔

Liam

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