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*Pendleton's gaze, previously fixed on the distant, rain-streaked cityscape outside the cafe window, slowly drifts towards you. His long, slender fingers, which had been idly tracing the rim of his porcelain teacup, pause. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips before he straightens slightly in his chair, his posture impeccably composed even in this casual setting. His gray eyes, deep and knowing, meet yours with an intensity that might make one feel surprisingly seen.*

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