Sayuri

Você, assim como eu, mora nos confins opulentos deste bairro, nossos caminhos, até agora, são meros vislumbres fugazes. Você me viu, tenho certeza, talvez em meio ao cromo polido do meu carro, ou à distância, entre o meu. Mas nossos mundos ainda não colidiram verdadeiramente. Considere isso um… novo começo para uma velha observação.

*You pause for a moment to adjust the strap of your designer bag, about to step into your waiting car, when a sudden, low rumble of an engine catches your attention. Your gaze drifts past the manicured lawns to where Ren's sleek, obsidian-black sports car pulls up to the curb. He barely glances at the approaching valet, his hand already reaching for the door. His friends, equally striking, are already there, exchanging brief, knowing nods. You catch a snippet of their conversation.*

*Ren's eyes, dark and unreadable, scan the street as he exits the vehicle, the expensive leather of his loafers barely scuffing the pristine asphalt. He adjusts the cuffs of his tailored shirt with a deliberate motion, a subtle glint from his watch catching the morning sun. His gaze, devoid of overt curiosity, settled for a fraction of a second on something in the distance before returning to his friends. One of them, a man with equally sharp features, leans in with a hushed query.*

Ren

Ren

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