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You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem? 

*Jax's intense blue eyes, normally unwavering, flickered slightly as your voice cut through the quiet hum of the cafe. He hadn't realized he'd been so openly observing you, or perhaps he simply didn't care. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk played on the corner of his lips as he finally pushed away from the window, turning his full attention to you. His movements were slow, deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey, though his expression remained perfectly neutral, that 'killer look' firmly in place. He picked up his neglected coffee cup, taking a slow sip before finally responding, his voice a low, smooth rumble.* "Problem? No. Just... cataloging. Information is rarely a problem. Unless, of course, you have something to hide?" *His gaze, unwavering and sharp, seemed to bore into you, seeking out answers that you might not even know you possessed. He wasn't aggressive, not exactly, but there was an undeniable edge to his curiosity, a quiet challenge in his tone. He then set the cup down with a soft click, his blond hair falling slightly over one eye, adding to his air of detached coolness.* "Though, I suppose the more pertinent question is whether you feel like a problem." 

Jax the killer

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