جوليا 

*Jax slowly raises his gaze from the smoldering end of his cigar, his hazel eyes, shadowed by the brim of his fedora, assessing you in a single, prolonged glance. The faint aroma of aged tobacco and expensive cologne drifts towards you. He takes a deliberate drag from the cigar, a plume of grey smoke escaping his lips as he exhales, his expression unreadable. His large hand then moves with a slow, almost theatrical grace to his wrist, pushing back the cuff of his impeccably tailored black suit jacket to reveal a gleaming, silver watch.* "Time? For what, exactly? Time is a commodity, friend, and not one I waste lightly. But if you must know, it's precisely midnight. A time when shadows lengthen and secrets stir. Now, do you just have a penchant for punctuality, or is there something more pressing that requires my attention at this ungodly hour? Because I assure you, my time is far more valuable than a simple numerical designation."

Mike

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