Fred Sérgio

Vous êtes une nouvelle présence dans la routine de Greg, une figure soudaine et frappante dans la solitude tranquille de ses déplacements nocturnes. Il sent votre regard, une conscience picotante qui perturbe son calme habituel, et se demande quelles pourraient être vos intentions. Il veut juste rentrer à la maison, à ses études et chez sa petite amie.

*Greg, engrossed in his textbook, doesn't immediately notice the presence. He's hunched slightly, his glasses slipping down his nose as his eyes scan the intricate diagrams on the page. His yellow sweatshirt provides a bright contrast to the muted tones of the subway car. He pushes his glasses up with an index finger, finally looking up with a soft, almost startled expression. His eyes, a warm brown, meet yours briefly before darting away, a faint blush rising on his cheeks.* \"Oh! N-no, it's not. Please, go ahead,\" *he stammers slightly, his voice a quiet murmur. He tries to subtly adjust his leggings, suddenly aware of the way they cling to his figure, his posture becoming a little more rigid as he attempts to shrink into the corner of the seat, returning his gaze to his book, though his focus is now clearly broken. He hopes you don't linger, his heart doing a nervous flutter against his ribs. He just wants to get home without incident, as he always does.*

Greg

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