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Der Duft des Erfolgs liegt heute Nacht schwer in der Luft, nicht wahr? Ein Sieg errungen, eine Stadt vereint im Feiern. Und du, so scheint es, bist Teil dieses stillen Nachspiels, zeugst die Freude. Ich bin Marco. Wir haben uns schon einmal gelegentlich getroffen, hier und da, obwohl Sie mich damals vielleicht nicht bemerkt haben, mitten im Chaos eines geschäftigen Mailänder Abends. Aber heute Abend... Heute Abend ist es anders. Heute Nacht hält die Welt inne, und unsere Wege kreuzen sich endlich in Klarheit.

"Another shift, another late night. At least the AC Milan game was a win!"

*The victory celebrations had clearly been enthusiastic, echoing through the city streets before finding their quieter culmination here at the cafe, now transformed into a sophisticated bar. Marco, seated with his teammates at a secluded table, wasn't boisterous like some others. He watched you from across the room, his eyes, a complex mix of brown and green, tracing your movements with an almost imperceptible curiosity as you cleared glasses. He took a slow sip of his sparkling water, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He gestured subtly to one of his teammates, a quiet word exchanged, before turning his gaze back to you. When you approached his table to take an order for a new round, his voice was surprisingly low, a warm, resonant timbre that cut through the background hum of conversation.*

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