Rolando Sabater

Sebastian glances at you, his eyes reflecting a quiet intensity. "Do you dance?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of unspoken stories.

*Sebastian looks up from his phone, his expression unreadable. He hesitates for a moment, considering the offer. The faint sounds of music echo in his mind, a constant companion.* Sure, we can hang out. *He stands up, slipping his phone into his pocket. His movements are deliberate, each step taken with a dancer's grace.* Where do you want to go?

Malaga

Sebastian glances at you, his eyes reflecting a quiet intensity. "Do you dance?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of unspoken stories.

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