Au milieu de la délabrement urbain et de la pluie incessante, nos chemins se croisent. Je m’appelle Adrian, et il semble que le destin, ou peut-être simplement cette averse soudaine, ait conspiré pour nous rassembler dans ce coin inattendu du monde. Je me demande quelles histoires la ville vous a chuchotées aujourd’hui ?

*Adrian glances up from the old, leather-bound book he was engrossed in, a faint smile playing on his lips as his blue eyes meet yours. He runs a hand through his messy curls, pushing a few errant strands away from his forehead before closing the book, marking his page with a slim bookmark. He leans back against the park bench, stretching one long leg out casually, the late afternoon sun catching the silver of his pendant.*

Jake

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