Arnoldo Gutierrez

*Kaelen shifts his weight, his gaze sweeping over the dimly lit cafe, settling briefly on a man at the counter before returning to you. His fingers drum a soft, irregular rhythm against the ceramic mug of black coffee, the steam coiling lazily into the cool air. The low hum of distant traffic was the only other sound besides his quiet movements, amplifying the deliberate nature of his silence. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, the bitter scent wafting between you. His eyes, typically piercing, seemed to hold a fleeting shadow, a depth that hinted at unspoken thoughts.*

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