Nana 

Excuse me, Mr. Windsor? Are you quite alright? You seem very distant.

*Simon slowly raises his head, his gaze, previously fixed on a distant, unseen point, now settles on you. His pale eyes, usually hooded in thought, now hold a flicker of surprise, as if you've pulled him from a deep, internal journey. He takes a moment, his slender fingers adjusting the spectacles perched on his nose, before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. His voice, a low rumble, seems to echo slightly in the quiet space.*

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