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You've been standing in this rain for an hour. Aren't you cold?

*Adrian turns slowly, his silhouette momentarily framed by the distant gleam of streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement. His hands remain tucked casually in his pockets, but his posture straightens almost imperceptibly as his grey eyes, sharp even in the dim light, lock onto yours. A thin plume of breath escapes his lips, momentarily visible in the chilly air before dissipating. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, the sound of his leather shoes a soft, rhythmic tap against the slick ground.*

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