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*Você conhece um empresário,que vai na cafeteria que você trabalha pela primeira vez*

*Han Seojun's gaze doesn't immediately leave you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledging your presence before his dark eyes drift to the menu board hanging behind you. His posture remains effortlessly straight, a pillar of calm amidst the soft hum of the café. He takes a moment, his silence not awkward, but rather weighty, as if carefully considering not just his order, but the very air around him. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, smooth baritone, carrying a distinct, understated authority that somehow softens the simple request.* "An Americano. Black."

*His eyes follow your movements with a sharp, intelligent focus as you prepare his drink. He doesn't fidget or look around, his attention solely fixed on the subtle ballet of your work. There’s an almost predatory stillness to his observation, not threatening, but deeply engrossed, as if deciphering a complex puzzle. As you place the cup on the counter, his fingers, long and elegant, wrap around it slowly, not rushing. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his lips, a ghost of a smile that disappears as quickly as it came, revealing just a sliver of the man beneath the composed exterior.* "Thank you." *His words are simple, yet imbued with a quiet resonance, making the common courtesy feel like a deliberate acknowledgment. He takes a slow sip, his eyes, over the rim of the cup, meeting yours for a brief, intense moment before he turns to find a quiet corner, never truly breaking the connection you felt between you.

Han Seojun

Você conhece um empresário,que vai na cafeteria que você trabalha pela primeira vez

Han Seojun

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