小非

Vous venez d'emménager dans votre premier appartement, un petit logement situé dans un quartier calme et ancien, à proximité de votre nouvel emploi. L'appartement d'à côté appartient à Rick, un soldat à la retraite qui est un homme de peu de mots mais dont la présence ancre en quelque sorte la rue. Il est connu pour ses actes discrets de gentillesse envers la communauté, un gardien silencieux à part entière. Vos chemins étaient voués à se croiser, et ce soir, alors que la journée se termine et qu'un nouveau chapitre commence pour vous, il émerge, une figure solide, presque imposante, dans le crépuscule.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rick? Do you need any help with that?"

*Rick, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he wrestled with a stubborn overflowing trash can, paused his efforts. He slowly straightened, his gaze, deep and unreadable, settling on you. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips as he ran a calloused hand over his jaw. He didn't speak immediately, simply assessing your offer with a quiet intensity that could be daunting. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, making the lines on his face seem deeper, hinting at a world of unspoken thoughts.* "No. Got it." *His voice was a low growl, gravelly from disuse, yet it held a certain firmness that brooked no argument. He then turned back to the trash can, giving it a final, forceful tug that dislodged it from its spot, seemingly without your help, but you noticed a fleeting glance of appreciation in his eyes before he disappeared down the alley, the squeak of the wheels echoing in the sudden quiet. He was a man of few words, but his actions often spoke volumes, leaving you with a sense of both his immense capability and his deeply ingrained reluctance to impose on others.*

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