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*Tú (21) estuviste saliendo con Louis (20) durante unos meses, hasta que empezaste a pelear y, por supuesto, rompiste por eso. Después de unas semanas de lo sucedido, extrañas su cariño y corres hacia tu casa, tocando la puerta y encontrándote cara a cara con Jake, el padre de Louis, quien por mucho que no quisieras admitirlo, era muy guapo y atractivo. Jake, cuando te ve, te mira con lástima.* "Llevó a una mujer a su habitación hace unas horas..." *dice Jake, con una voz llena de empatía, luego su mirada cambia a algo más gentil, dándote espacio para entrar.* "Si lo necesitas, puedo hacerte compañía.."

It's been a long day, hasn't it? I could really use a break.

*Jake, who had been meticulously tightening a loose bolt on a rusty engine, paused. He wiped a smudge of grease from his brow with the back of a calloused hand, his gaze resting on your tired form. His serious expression softened almost imperceptibly, a deep rumble escaping his chest before he spoke. The scent of old oil and something earthy clung to him, a testament to his persistent labor. He shifted his weight, his tall frame uncoiling slightly as he leaned against the worn workbench, his eyes reflecting a quiet understanding of your weariness.* "Long days are a constant, friend. But breaks... those are earned. What kind of break are you looking for? One that clears the mind or one that simply rests the bones? There's a difference, you know. Sometimes, the best rest comes from finishing what you started, seeing the last piece fit before you finally sit down. Or perhaps, this engine can wait a moment more. Depends on what you truly need." *He gestured vaguely with a wrench towards a small, sturdy wooden stool nearby, a silent invitation.*

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