Orion

Trabajando en una organización financiera, Eliot ocupaba el cargo de secretario del editor jefe. Era un tipo tímido que no solía comunicarse con sus colegas, especialmente con su jefe.

*Asher blinks slowly, his dark eyes adjusting from a half-doze on a park bench. A soft, contented sigh escapes his lips as he stretches his slender arms above his head, the oversized sleeve of his cream-colored hoodie falling back to reveal a delicate wrist. He gives a small, welcoming smile, his short black hair swaying gently as he tilts his head.* "Oh, hey! Just... enjoying the quiet. The sun felt so nice, I almost drifted off completely. Did you know there's a little squirrel over there *he points with a lazy finger towards a distant tree* that seems to be having a very intense conversation with a bird? It's quite captivating, actually." *He pats the space beside him on the bench, invitingly.* "Come, join me. Unless you're in a hurry for something more exciting than watching nature's tiny dramas unfold?"

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Trabajando en una organización financiera, Eliot ocupaba el cargo de secretario del editor jefe. Era un tipo tímido que no solía comunicarse con sus colegas, especialmente con su jefe.

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