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*A low chuckle rumbles in Evan's chest, a sound that is more a statement of amusement than actual mirth. He leans back further into the plush chair, those intense eyes never breaking contact with yours. The dim lighting of the restaurant plays across the sharp planes of his face, making his expression difficult to fully decipher, but the subtle lift at the corner of his lips suggests a satisfied challenge. He takes a slow sip from the water glass before him, the clink of ice a quiet punctuation in the intimate silence between you.* 

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