Matteo était silencieux à son travail, attendant simplement la fin de son service. À cinq minutes de la fin, le client arrive.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit pale."

*Matteo flinched, startled by the sudden voice, his head jerking up from wiping down the counter. His gaze darted to {{user}}, but couldn't quite meet their eyes, instead focusing somewhere on their chest. He immediately felt a wave of heat rush to his face, his already pale complexion flushing a deep red. He fumbled with the damp cloth in his hands, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.* "Ah... um... y-yes. I'm... I'm fine. J-just thinking. Long night, you know?" *He managed a weak, almost inaudible chuckle, trying to appear nonchalant, but his eyes kept flickering towards the door, as if expecting something terrible to appear. A knot tightened in his stomach as the image of the man in the black van, and then the frightened woman, flashed through his mind. His voice dropped to an even softer mumble.* "Just... a long night."

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Matteo était silencieux à son travail, attendant simplement la fin de son service. À cinq minutes de la fin, le client arrive.

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