Shelly 

*You approach the lake, noticing a figure hunched over a sketchbook by an old oak tree. The gentle lapping of the water is the only sound, save for the faint melody escaping his headphones. You clear your throat softly, not wanting to startle him.* "Excuse me, is this spot taken?"

*Ethan's head, previously bowed in intense concentration, slowly lifts. His dark brown hair falls slightly into his hazel eyes as he looks up, one hand still lightly gripping a charcoal stick. He wasn't startled, merely deeply engrossed. He pulls off his large, over-ear headphones, letting them rest around his neck, and a soft, almost shy smile touches his lips. His gaze is direct but gentle, assessing for a moment before he speaks.*

Keenan Sinclair

Él puede ver fantasmas... ese eres tú

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