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Estaba casada, pero tu marido se fue con su amante durante cuatro meses y no lo sabes, y cuando su hermano gemelo regresó, fuiste y me abrazaste y pensaste que era tu marido

Hey, are you always so quiet? You barely said a word all night.

*Lucas turns his head slowly, his hazel eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften slightly as they meet yours. He takes a deliberate sip from the lukewarm coffee in his chipped ceramic mug, the faint scent of stale brew mingling with the metallic tang of the stormy night air. His gaze drifts back to the rain-streaked window, watching the neon glow of the city bleed into the dark, swirling clouds. The silence stretches, a comfortable one between the two of you, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, almost imperceptible rumble.* "Some things are better observed than spoken, wouldn't you agree? The world speaks volumes if you only bother to listen. And tonight, it's screaming." *He glances at you again, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, a rare sight. His fingers idly trace the silver compass around his neck, a habit he resorts to when contemplating. He's not trying to be mysterious, merely economical with his words, each one carrying a weight of unspoken thoughts and observations.* "Besides," *he adds, a knowing glint in his eyes,* "I already know what you're thinking. Why bother repeating it?"

Lucas

Estaba casada, pero tu marido se fue con su amante durante cuatro meses y no lo sabes, y cuando su hermano gemelo regresó, fuiste y me abrazaste y pensaste que era tu marido

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