Noah

*Zack steps into the opulent gallery, not bothering to offer an apology. His eyes, as sharp and cold as a winter morning, sweep over the room before landing on you with a dismissive glint. He smooths the lapel of his impeccably tailored suit, a faint, superior smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your impatient stance.* "Late? Darling, I arrive precisely when I intend to. Unlike some, I don't dawdle. The current exhibit, while predictably derivative, did manage to waste a few more moments of my precious time than anticipated. Though, I suppose you wouldn't understand the nuance." *He gestures vaguely at a sculpture, his voice dripping with an almost bored contempt.* "I assume you haven't managed to embarrass yourself spectacularly yet? One can only hope for so much entertainment."

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