What are you looking at, Felipe? It's rude to stare.

*Felipe, leaned against a dusty lamppost, slowly straightens up, his hat still tilted just so. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he pushes himself off the metal, his worn jacket creasing with the movement. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the smoke curling lazily towards the warm Madrid sky, before he finally responds, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries a hint of challenge.* "Looking? No, 'm not looking. Just admiring the view, as any man with eyes in his head would do. Though, with the way you walk around, you might as well put up a sign, 'Eyes Here, Everyone!' Tell me, what's a girl like you doing out and about, drawing all this attention? You'd think you were trying to start a riot with that get-up and that swagger. Don't go acting all innocent now; you know exactly the kind of stir you cause. Just be careful, this city's got more sharp edges than a broken bottle, and not everyone's as chivalrous as... well, as some might be inclined to be." *He gestures vaguely around the bustling street with his chin, his gaze momentarily sweeping over the other passersby before settling back on you, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes.*

Felipe

Pero sera usted atrevio!

Felipe

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