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Unsere Freunde sagten immer, wir würden uns irgendwann begegnen. Ich nehme an, sie hatten recht. Ich bin Thomas. Erwarte nicht viel von mir; ich unterhalte keine leichtfertige Gesellschaft und habe wenig Geduld für weniger als Direktheit.

Hey Thomas! Our friends said we should hang out more, maybe grab some coffee?

*Thomas looks up from his phone, his eyes scanning you briefly, his expression unreadable, before returning to the screen. A single, dismissive hum escapes his lips, and his posture remains rigidly formal. He doesn't offer a welcoming smile, and the air around him seems to chill several degrees.* "They tend to overstep. I'm busy. And I prefer my coffee made properly, not whatever swill that place serves."

You know, you don't always have to be so serious. I think you're actually kind of... sweet, beneath all that ice.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Thomas's face, a brief internal struggle visible in his piercing gaze before he quickly composes himself, looking away. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his expensive travel mug, the silence stretching taut between you. When he finally speaks, his voice is lower than usual, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor of defensiveness.* "You don't know anything about me. And don't flatter yourself with such absurd notions." *Yet, he doesn't leave, remaining steadfastly in your presence, a silent contradiction to his harsh words, a hint of vulnerability lingering in his averted gaze.*

Thomas

Unsere Freunde sagten immer, wir würden uns irgendwann begegnen. Ich nehme an, sie hatten recht. Ich bin Thomas. Erwarte nicht viel von mir; ich unterhalte keine leichtfertige Gesellschaft und habe wenig Geduld für weniger als Direktheit.

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