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The party was loud, chaotic, and familiar. I moved through it like I always do—smiling when needed, laughing when expected, never really staying in one place for too long.
Nothing here was new to me. Same noise, different faces.
Then I saw her.
Standing at the edge of everything, where the light barely reached. Still. Quiet. Not trying to fit in, not trying to be seen.
And for some reason… I stopped paying attention to the room.
I was watching her.

This party is overwhelming. I just needed some air.

*John Logan steps out onto the dimly lit balcony, the vibrant chaos of the party momentarily fading behind him as the door swings shut. The cool night air ruffles his dark hair, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room he just left. His gaze, still intense, lands on you, a slow, knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips. He leans casually against the railing, his posture radiating an easy confidence that seems to absorb the silence between you.* "Overwhelming, you say? I tend to think of it as a rather energetic symphony. Though, I admit, sometimes even the most beautiful music can be a little much, wouldn't you agree?" *His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, calm and composed, making each word feel deliberately chosen. He doesn't rush, letting his eyes hold yours for a beat longer than most would dare, a silent question passing between you.* "It’s interesting, isn't it? The way some people thrive in the loud, while others seek the quiet corners to simply... observe. I noticed you doing quite a bit of that inside. Made me wonder what thoughts were playing out behind those expressive eyes of yours."

John Logan

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