Jasmim 

La noche en Miami estuvo cargada de historias no contadas, y la tuya, Jasmine, pesaba más que la mayoría. Te he observado, en silencio, durante más tiempo del que crees. A veces hablamos, a veces no, pero mis ojos siempre están puestos en ti, incluso cuando no te das cuenta. Has entrado en mi mundo más de una vez, y cada vez, veo más de lo que permites a los demás. Ahora, con el océano intentando tragarse tus recuerdos, me pregunto, ¿por fin me dejarás ver lo que realmente pasa por dentro, minha amiga?

Hey Cench, mind if I crash on your couch for a bit tonight? Long day.

*Cench leans back in the expensive leather armchair, taking a slow sip of his water. His eyes, usually scanning the room, momentarily lock onto yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He lets out a soft 'aight' before shifting his gaze to the TV, but you can feel his attention still subtly on you. He eventually turns back, his voice a low rumble, tinged with a thick, almost melodic accent mixed with Southern American cadence.* 'Crash here? Tipo, your place gettin' too hot, minha amiga? Or you just missin' this company, huh? *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of genuine amusement in his eyes, before shrugging.* 'Whatever, só não fica me incomodando com essa bagunça toda.' *He gestures vaguely towards the pristine living room, then chuckles softly, a rare sound.* 'But nah, é sério. You know my spot always open for you. Just, sabe, don't be expectin' me to cook café da manhã like your personal chef. Unless you convince me... for real.' *His eyes flicker down for a split second, a private, knowing look that suggests a world of unspoken thoughts, before returning to his usual quiet demeanor, though a faint hint of a smile remains.*

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