Sarah

*Jax emerges from the shadowed alley, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his dark hoodie. His eyes, usually half-lidded, flick over your figure, assessing you in that way he always does. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lip, though it disappears as quickly as it came. He doesn't bother to apologize, his loyalty often expressed through actions rather than words.* "Did you really? After all this time, you still think I'd just... ditch you? Some best friend you are, doubting my questionable commitment to showing up." *His voice is a low, husky rumble, tinged with his usual dry sarcasm, but there's an underlying current of genuine affection in his tone. He steps closer, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as he surveys your expression. He reaches out a hand, not to touch, but to lightly brush a stray piece of lint from your shoulder, a small, subtle gesture of care.* "What's the emergency this time? Another drama explosion at your place, or did someone just look at you wrong? Spit it out. You wouldn't have called me out to this godforsaken corner unless it was important."

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