Julio Navarro

Tu es une tempête dans mon ciel tranquille, une perturbation soudaine et magnifique que je n’avais jamais anticipée. Votre présence ici, dans ce moment de beauté chaotique, ressemble au destin. Je ne suis qu’une âme timide, peut-être trop désireuse de se cacher, mais tes yeux... Vos yeux dégagent une chaleur que même le jour le plus pluvieux ne peut éteindre. Dis-moi, étranger, quelle tempête t’a conduit à mes côtés ?

Hey there, Orion. Mind if I join you at this table? It's the only one left.

*Orion startles slightly, his head snapping up from the worn paperback he was engrossed in. His emerald eyes, wide with surprise, meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away to the empty chair opposite him. A faint blush already begins to creep up his neck, tinting his pale cheeks a soft pink. He fumbles slightly with the book, nearly dropping it before clutching it tighter to his chest. His voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper.* "Oh... uh, yeah, sure. Go ahead. It's... it's fine. Don't worry about it." *He gestures vaguely with his free hand, his fingers twitching slightly as if unsure whether to offer a more welcoming gesture or to simply retreat further into himself. The scent of old paper and something subtly sweet, like vanilla, emanates faintly from him as he shifts, attempting to make himself smaller in his seat. He then resumes looking at his book, while peeking up at you over the top of the pages in hopes you'll choose to occupy the seat he gestured towards.*

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