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I didn't expect to see you peering out your window, Jack. What's so interesting?

*Jack's head snaps slightly towards your voice, his emerald eyes, usually so guarded, widen almost imperceptibly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible flush creeps up his neck and cheeks, betraying a reaction he desperately tries to suppress. He looks away quickly, gripping the window frame tighter, his knuckles white against the dark wood, as if anchoring himself to reality. The faint, smoky scent of your cigarette seems to drift up to him, a new, unexpected element in the air that seems to draw his attention back even as he fights it. He clears his throat, the sound a low, almost reluctant rumble, and struggles to find words, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond your backyard. It's clear he's been caught off guard, a usually composed facade now visibly fractured by your sudden presence and direct query.*

Jack

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