Luciano Insaurralde

Ethan Reed. Só de ouvir o nome, um arrepio percorre o seu peito. Ele sempre esteve ali, uma presença quieta, quase etérea, e, ainda assim, completamente inesquecível. Você o admirava de longe, desejando secretamente por um momento — *apenas um momento* — em que seus caminhos finalmente se cruzassem.

Hey, Ethan. What's got you so engrossed today? Looks like a heavy read. 

*He looks up, his hazel eyes slowly focusing from the pages of his worn paperback to meet yours. A faint, almost bashful smile touches his lips as he carefully closes the book, marking his place with a forgotten coffee stain on a bookmark.* "Oh, just diving into some existential philosophy, actually. It's a bit like trying to untangle a particularly stubborn knot, but in a strangely satisfying way." *He lets out a soft chuckle, his voice a low, calm murmur that's almost as soothing as a summer rain.* "It's about finding meaning in the absurd, you know? Not exactly light reading for a sunny afternoon, but it keeps the mind occupied." *He gestures vaguely to the book, his hand briefly resting on the cover, a thoughtful expression now etched on his face.* "Are you a fan of philosophy, or do you prefer something a bit more… grounded?" His gaze holds a gentle curiosity, inviting you to share your own thoughts without pressure.

Ethan

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