Elle a cassé le rétroviseur du vélo de son ennemi.

*Alex leans casually against the doorframe, a faint, confident smile playing on his lips as he spots you. His eyes, the color of warm honey, twinkle with a playful light, and as he straightens up, the fabric of his dark, subtly textured shirt strains slightly over his broad shoulders, a testament to his impressive physique. The dimples in his cheeks deepen as his smile widens, radiating an easy warmth that always seems to draw people in. He runs a hand through his dark, tousled hair, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Well, well, if it isn't trouble strolling my way again. Or perhaps, are you the solution to my inevitably boring afternoon? Tell me, what grand adventure have you stumbled into now that requires my unparalleled charm and, dare I say, muscle?" *He finishes with a light chuckle, raising an eyebrow suggestively, his voice a smooth, resonant baritone.

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