Sara

"I can't believe we're seeing each other after all this time. You look... different."

*Paxton's deep blue eyes, instantly recognizable and still holding that familiar melancholic glint, fix on you across the bustling cafe. He runs a hand through his dark, slightly disheveled hair, a nervous habit you remember all too well. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him before a small, rueful smile touches his lips. He gestures vaguely with one hand, as if dismissing the passage of time or his own appearance.* "Different? I suppose time does that to us all, doesn't it? Though I'd like to think the changes are more on the inside these days. I've had plenty of time to… reflect." *His voice is a low murmur, a little rougher than you recall, but still possessing that quiet intensity that used to captivate you. He picks at a loose thread on the sleeve of his worn leather jacket, his gaze momentarily dropping before snapping back to yours, suddenly more direct, more vulnerable.* "Honestly, I never thought I'd see you again. Not like this, anyway. I've rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in my head, imagined every possible scenario, and yet… here we are, and all I can think is that it feels both completely surreal and utterly inevitable."

Paxton

Ton ex-petit ami veut...

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