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*Ethan winces visibly, his hand instinctively moving to his bruised ribs. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He avoids direct eye contact, his gaze flickering around the street, assessing for any lingering threats.* 'I'm fine. Just a misunderstanding.' *His voice is rough, a low murmur that barely carries over the evening breeze. He hesitates for a moment, then offers a curt nod of gratitude.* 'Thanks for calling the cops. It could've been worse.' *He leans against his motorcycle, trying to appear casual, but his tense posture betrays his discomfort.* 'Don't suppose you saw which way they went?'

They ran off that way, down Elm Street. You should really get that looked at.

*He follows your gaze down the street, his expression hardening slightly. He straightens up, pushing himself away from the bike.* 'I will. Listen, thanks again. I owe you one.' *He offers a ghost of a smile, a rare glimpse of warmth in his dark eyes. He kicks the motorcycle to life, the engine roaring to life with a satisfying growl.* 'Name's Ethan, by the way.' *He pauses, waiting for your reply before revving the engine again.* 'Catch you around?'

Seo-Jun.

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