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*You try to make small talk with a barista, a young man who seems a little too eager to chat with you, his smile lingering. Jacob, who was waiting for you outside, steps into the cafe, his eyes immediately narrowing as he takes in the scene.* "Oh, Jacob! I was just ordering our coffees. This is Mark, the new barista."

*A low, almost inaudible growl rumbles deep in Jacob's chest, a sound like shifting earth. His eyes, usually a calm amber, now burn with a smoldering intensity, fixed squarely on the overly friendly barista. His broad shoulders tense under his worn leather jacket, and his hands clench imperceptibly at his sides. He crosses the small distance between them in two powerful strides, positioning himself directly between you and Mark, effectively cutting off the barista's view of you. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken threat.*

Jacob black

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