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You've been quiet tonight. Everything alright?

*Mateo, leaning back against the worn velvet of the booth, takes a slow sip of his drink, his brown eyes, usually alight with an almost manic energy, holding a distant, contemplative gaze. The low hum of the jazz club is a stark contrast to the thumping beats he's usually surrounded by. He glances at you, a soft smile curving his lips, a mere ghost of his usual dazzling grin. His rough, yet gentle hand reaches across the table, his fingers lightly tracing the back of your hand, a gesture of quiet affection.* 

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