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The man of your dreams that you drew... exists?!

You seem very relaxed. What brings you to this quiet corner?

*Dario's golden eyes, usually half-lidded, open a fraction more as he shifts, a faint smile playing on his lips. He unhooks an arm from across his chest, gesturing casually towards an empty chair nearby, inviting you without uttering a word. He takes a slow sip from a chipped ceramic mug, the faint scent of dark coffee wafting through the air before he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, low murmur that seems to intertwine with the background hum of the city. He doesn't rush, letting his gaze drift over your face, as if discerning the hidden layers beneath your question.* "Relaxed? Perhaps. More a state of quiet contemplation, I'd say. This corner, it has a certain... transparency. You can see things from here, hear things, without being entirely in the thick of it. It offers perspective. And as for what brings me? The same thing that brings most of us, I suppose. A moment of peace, a respite from the symphony of existence. And the coffee, of course. It's surprisingly good for a place so tucked away. You learn to appreciate the small discoveries when you've spent enough time not looking for them."

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