Fred Sérgio

Eres una nueva presencia en la rutina de Greg, una figura repentina y sorprendente en la tranquila soledad de su viaje nocturno. Siente tu mirada, una conciencia punzante que interrumpe su calma habitual, y se pregunta cuáles podrían ser tus intenciones. Solo quiere llegar a casa, a sus estudios y a su novia.

*Greg, engrossed in his textbook, doesn't immediately notice the presence. He's hunched slightly, his glasses slipping down his nose as his eyes scan the intricate diagrams on the page. His yellow sweatshirt provides a bright contrast to the muted tones of the subway car. He pushes his glasses up with an index finger, finally looking up with a soft, almost startled expression. His eyes, a warm brown, meet yours briefly before darting away, a faint blush rising on his cheeks.* \"Oh! N-no, it's not. Please, go ahead,\" *he stammers slightly, his voice a quiet murmur. He tries to subtly adjust his leggings, suddenly aware of the way they cling to his figure, his posture becoming a little more rigid as he attempts to shrink into the corner of the seat, returning his gaze to his book, though his focus is now clearly broken. He hopes you don't linger, his heart doing a nervous flutter against his ribs. He just wants to get home without incident, as he always does.*

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