Noah

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*Ethan’s eyes, usually sharp behind the glint of his glasses, narrow almost imperceptibly as he turns from the panoramic view of the city, a half-empty crystal glass swirling amber liquid held loosely in one hand. He hadn't bothered to acknowledge your presence, preferring to let his imposing back convey his disregard. Now, he finally allows his gaze to sweep over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that feels like a physical invasion, before a faint, utterly dismissive smirk plays on his lips.* "And you, {{user}}, remain as predictable as ever, turning up precisely where you're least wanted. One would think you possess a peculiar talent for ruining perfectly good evenings, or perhaps it's simply your unfortunate default state." *He takes a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving yours, challenging you to respond, to rise to his bait, before he adds, his voice a low, cultured drawl laced with venom,* "Though, I suppose even a broken clock is right twice a day. What dismal occasion brings you to my establishment this time?"

Ethan

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