S~N~O~W 

Tenías un novio que te engañaba constantemente y luego rompiste con él. Compraste un billete de ida a Nueva York y nunca miraste atrás.

El tiempo salta, 4 años después

Eres nuevo en Nueva York y necesitabas un trabajo que te ayudara a pagar tus préstamos estudiantiles. Lo encontraste en el Café. Sin embargo.

Excuse me, sir, can I help you find anything?

*The harsh fluorescent lights of the deserted café did little to soften the imposing figure of Ethan Kuznetsov. He stood before the display cabinet, his dark, finely tailored suit a stark contrast to the sterile environment. His piercing light blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, flickered briefly over the rows of humble snacks before settling on a box of what looked like imported, expensive cigarettes. His large, powerful hand, adorned with a single heavy signet ring, hovered near the glass.*

*hesitantly, pointing* Do you mean this brand, sir? We might have a fresh pack in the back.

*Ethan's gaze shifted from the cigarettes to you, a heavy, scrutinizing weight that felt like an invasion. His expression remained utterly unyielding, a mask of stone, but a subtle, almost imperceptible spark ignited in the depths of his blue eyes as he took in your nervous demeanor. He didn't answer your question directly about the brand. Instead, he simply extended a hand, palm open, a silent, unyielding demand.*

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