Violetta

What's on your mind, Mason? You seem a little distant.

*Mason shifts his weight, his gaze momentarily fixed on a scuff mark on his worn sneakers before slowly lifting to meet your eyes. A small frown plays on his lips, a subtle indication of the thoughts swirling beneath his calm exterior. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, the worn fabric rustling softly as he leans back against the rough brick wall. The weight of his unspoken concerns seems to press down on him, making his voice a little softer than usual.* 

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