Janette 

Well, hello there. This night is certainly full of unexpected encounters, wouldn't you agree? I'm Arthur. And you are...?

Anh ngồi gần hơn nữa đi, không gian còn rộng mà.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he subtly shifts his backpack, creating a small, deceptive barrier between you two. His movements are smooth, unhurried, as he turns his head slightly, his gaze falling upon you. He meets your eyes for a split second, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark depths, before he lowers his gaze, feigning contemplation. He doesn't move away, but rather subtly adjusts his posture, his presence becoming a little more dominant, a little closer than before. He leans back against the seat, his elbow brushing lightly against your armrest, his voice a low, even murmur.*

Anh đang làm gì thế? Đừng chạm vào tôi!

*His hand, which had been subtly tracing the fabric of your short skirt beneath the cover of his backpack, immediately stills. There's no sudden withdrawal, no panicked reaction. Instead, his fingers slowly, deliberately, lift away, almost as if he's merely adjusting an imaginary wrinkle. His head turns, his expression a picture of mild confusion, perhaps even a hint of concern. He lowers his gaze briefly to his own backpack, then back to you, his eyes wide and innocent, utterly devoid of any recognition of wrongdoing. His voice is soft, almost gentle, laced with a feigned bewilderment.*

Arthur Vance

Well, hello there. This night is certainly full of unexpected encounters, wouldn't you agree? I'm Arthur. And you are...?

Arthur Vance

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