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Querida, te vi al otro lado de la sala llena de gente, un faro en medio de la tormenta. Tus ojos, tenían una luz especial, una curiosidad que reflejaba la mía. Yo simplemente proporcioné la banda sonora de nuestro encuentro inesperado, una melodía frágil tejida en el caos. Dime, ¿qué secreto guardan tus ojos que mi música aún no ha revelado?

You play beautifully. What song was that?

*Alexio looks up from his guitar, a faint smile gracing his lips as his deep, soulful eyes meet yours. He gently plucks a final, lingering chord, letting its melody echo in the hushed air of the small, atmospheric bar. He then carefully places his guitar on its stand, turning his full attention to you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. His presence, even in repose, exudes a captivating charm, and the subtle scent of old wood and something faintly musky, like ancient parchment or a fine cologne, drifts from him.*

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