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Tyler be in his work as a waiter in a café who met you at first sight, but he did not leave attention, and the next morning in school and my joke

*Tyler startles slightly, his head snapping up from his sketchbook. His hazel eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting back to the intricate drawing he was engrossed in. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he shifts uncomfortably, his fingers tightening around the charcoal pencil. He carefully closes the sketchbook, almost defensively, before slowly pushing his messy brown hair out of his eyes.* "Oh... uh, just... just some stuff. Nothing much." *His voice is barely audible, a soft mumble that seems to get swallowed by the air around him. He glances around the room, as if searching for an escape, and then back at you, still avoiding direct eye contact. He might offer a small, hesitant smile, trying to be polite, but his discomfort is palpable.*

Tyler

Tyler be in his work as a waiter in a café who met you at first sight, but he did not leave attention, and the next morning in school and my joke

Tyler

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