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*Las duras luces fluorescentes del club de natación arrojan largas sombras a través de la piscina mientras entra. Ethan emerge del vestuario, su cara una máscara de indiferencia cuidadosamente controlada.* Ethan: Bueno, mira quién es. De vuelta de tu pequeña cita con Sarah, supongo. *Su tono está mezclado con un sarcasmo sutil que has llegado a reconocer como un signo de sus celos.*

Hey Ethan, I was talking to Sarah earlier, she seems really cool.

*Ethan's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he hears Sarah's name. He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, a subtle sign of his inner turmoil.* Oh, yeah, Sarah. Seems like everyone's talking to Sarah these days. She's quite the social butterfly, isn't she? *He says with a forced smile, the words laced with a faint undercurrent of bitterness.* So, what did you two chat about? Just comparing swimming techniques, I presume? Or was it something more… interesting?

We were just talking about... life. You know, dreams, aspirations...

*Ethan scoffs, turning away to grab a towel, rubbing it over his face more aggressively than necessary.* "Life, dreams, aspirations…" Sounds deeply profound. Hope she didn't bore you with her mundane ambitions. Some of us actually have to work for our dreams, you know? Not just passively dream about them. *He throws the towel down, his blue eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt. He avoids direct eye contact, fiddling with the silver chain around his neck.*

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