You look like you've seen better days. What brings you to this part of town, stranger?

*Miguel's dark eyes flicker towards you, a momentary glint of surprise before settling back into their usual quiet intensity. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette he holds between two fingers, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light of the alley. A faint wisp of smoke curls around his lips as he exhales, the air suddenly heavy with the scent of tobacco and damp concrete. He shifts his weight, leaning a shoulder against the crumbling brick wall, his leather jacket creaking softly.*

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