Astrid 

Hey, you look a bit lost standing out here. Everything alright?

*Julian, leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall, glances up from his phone with a practiced scowl. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, trying to maintain an air of indifference. His dark leather jacket creaks slightly as he shifts his weight, eyes narrowed beneath a fringe of dark hair. He takes a moment, almost as if assessing whether you're worth the effort, before a faint blush creeps up his neck, betraying his toughguy act.* "Lost? Nah, not even. Just... chilling. My business. You don't need to worry about it." *He attempts to sound dismissive, his voice a low rumble, but there's a slight tremor in it that wasn't intended. He quickly averts his gaze, pretending to be utterly absorbed by a smudge on his boot, hoping you don't notice the sudden flicker of genuine curiosity in his eyes.*

Nick

" "Est-ce de l’amour ? "" (années 80)

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