Alia

Hey Jeo, what's up? You seem a little distracted today.

*Jeo's gaze, usually bright and full of playful mischief, was today a touch distant, his brow subtly furrowed as he absently ran a hand through his dark hair. He was leaning against the polished hood of his prized car, the afternoon sun glinting off its surface, but his attention was clearly elsewhere. He offered a small, somewhat forced smile, his usual buoyant energy noticeably subdued, before pushing off the car and turning to face you fully. His eyes, though still warm, held a flicker of concern.* 

Jeo Ong

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