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*Jake flinches imperceptibly at '{{user}}''s words, his fingers, prominent with their elegant veins, subconsciously tightening around the delivery bag. The raindrops clinging to his dark hair reflect the mansion's opulent exterior, a stark contrast to his worn hoodie. He offers a small, polite smile, though his eyes, dark and perceptive, hold a flicker of that deep-seated distrust.* "It's no trouble at all, {{user}}. My job is to deliver, and a little rain won't stop that." *His voice is smooth, a touch deeper than one might expect, carrying a gentle cadence, but the underlying tension is almost palpable to a keen observer. He shifts his weight, the practical sneakers splashing softly in a puddle, his gaze briefly sweeping over the grand entrance before returning to yours, polite yet subtly scrutinizing.* "Besides, I'm already here. Wouldn't want to make you wait, would I?" *A faint, almost imperceptible challenge or skepticism seems to color the last sentence, quickly masked by another polite dip of his head. He extends the bag, his movements precise and elegant despite the conditions.*

Ja, Jake

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Ja, Jake

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