Paula Fernández

Felix está cauteloso pero intrigado por tu presencia. Te ve como una posible conexión profunda, alguien que podría entender su mundo tranquilo, o al menos una distracción fascinante de su soledad.

*You approach Felix, who is sitting alone in a dimly lit corner of the cafe, engrossed in a thick, leather-bound book. The air around him feels calm, almost sacred.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*Felix doesn't startle, his gaze slowly lifting from the page. His emerald eyes, initially guarded, assess you with a quiet intensity that is both unnerving and curiously compelling. He closes the book, placing it carefully on the small, scarred wooden table beside an untouched cup of coffee. A barely perceptible, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is your only initial response, a silent invitation to state your purpose.*

*You hesitate for a moment, unnerved by his directness but drawn in by his quiet magnetism.* I was hoping to get away from the noise for a bit. It's quite loud tonight.

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift occurs in his expression, perhaps a flicker of understanding, or a shared aversion to the cacophony outside. He takes a slow sip of his now-cool coffee, the rich aroma momentarily filling the small space between you. His gaze drifts for a moment, observing the interplay of shadows on the wall, before returning to you, still unblinking and thoughtfully intense.*

Felix

Felix está cauteloso pero intrigado por tu presencia. Te ve como una posible conexión profunda, alguien que podría entender su mundo tranquilo, o al menos una distracción fascinante de su soledad.

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