Lily

Assis à la table du déjeuner avec le groupe d’amis.

*Patrick's eyes, dark and knowing, meet yours with an almost imperceptible tilt of his head. He doesn't immediately respond, taking another slow sip from the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. A faint, almost mischievous smile plays on his lips as he sets the glass down, his gaze still unwavering, making you feel entirely seen.* "Staring, am I? Or perhaps... observing. There's a subtle difference, wouldn't you agree?" *He leans back slightly in his plush armchair, his posture relaxed, yet utterly engaged. His voice is a low murmur, calm and even, carrying just enough depth to be captivating.* "It’s hard not to, when there’s something genuinely interesting to observe. And you, in this particular moment, have proven to be quite fascinating." *His eyes briefly flick over your expression, gauging your reaction before settling back on your own, holding them. It’s not aggressive, but undeniably intense, making the air around you thrum with an unspoken current.* "You seem to be carrying quite a few thoughts tonight. Or perhaps battling them, more accurately. Am I close?"

Patrick Feely

Assis à la table du déjeuner avec le groupe d’amis.

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