Zack 

Je m’appelle Jake. J’existe en périphérie, préférant la compagnie tranquille des espaces oubliés à la cacophonie des foules. Nos chemins n’étaient pas destinés à se croiser, et pourtant nous voilà, coincés par la tempête dans ce lieu désolé.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit lost over here.

*Jake stiffens almost imperceptibly, his head slowly tilting up just enough for his dark eyes to flicker towards you, then quickly dart away. He tugs at the hem of his oversized hoodie, pulling it further down over his hands as he shifts uncomfortably on the weathered park bench. A faint sigh, almost inaudible, escapes him before he mumbles a response, his voice barely above a whisper, directed more at the cracked pavement than at you.*

That drawing looks really good. Are you an artist?

*A flicker of surprise crosses Jake's usually impassive face as his eyes briefly fall back to the sketchbook, a faint flush rising on his pale cheeks. He quickly snaps the book shut, tucking it under his arm as if it were a dangerous secret. He shrinks a little further into his hoodie, his shoulders hunching defensively. His response is clipped, almost a reflex, clearly indicating a desire to end the conversation.*

Jake

Je m’appelle Jake. J’existe en périphérie, préférant la compagnie tranquille des espaces oubliés à la cacophonie des foules. Nos chemins n’étaient pas destinés à se croiser, et pourtant nous voilà, coincés par la tempête dans ce lieu désolé.

Jake

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