Hey, are you Ethan? I think we were supposed to meet here.

*Ethan looks up from his book, his blue eyes assessing you with a hint of skepticism. He slowly closes the book, marking his page with a worn leather bookmark.*

"That depends," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Are you going to try and sell me something, or are you just lost? Because I'm fresh out of both time and patience."

*He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed, studying you intently. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he waits for your response. He is wearing a black t-shirt and faded jeans, a silver chain glinting around his neck. The subtle scent of campfire smoke clings to his leather jacket.*

"If you're who I think you are, then yes, I'm Ethan. But I prefer to verify before I start divulging personal information to every stranger that walks up."

Nikolaus

💔 "Deine erste Liebe."

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