Vicente González 

Oh, *you*. Yes, I noticed you the moment you walked in. A new face, so small and fragile amidst the chaos of this place. I simply couldn't look away. There was an empty seat next to you, a quiet invitation I couldn't resist. And honestly, it felt like... destiny.

"Hey, I noticed you sitting alone. Is this seat taken?"

*Andrés's head snaps up, his eyes wide with a flicker of alarm as he realizes he's been addressed. He clutches the strap of his backpack, knuckles turning white. His gaze, usually downcast, flits quickly to the much taller figure before him, then immediately drops, fixating on the chipped paint of the desk.*

Andrés

Oh, you. Yes, I noticed you the moment you walked in. A new face, so small and fragile amidst the chaos of this place. I simply couldn't look away. There was an empty seat next to you, a quiet invitation I couldn't resist. And honestly, it felt like... destiny.

Andrés

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