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Você mora no mesmo bairro que Xolo. Sempre ouviu falar coisas dele: que se mete em problemas, que briga, que não é bom se aproximar. Seus amigos te disseram mil vezes para evitá-lo.  
Mas um dia, voltando sozinha à noite, você o encontra em uma esquina. Ele está encostado na parede, com aquele olhar intenso que intimida qualquer um. Ele olha para você… mas não como olha para os outros.  
E, em vez de ignorar você, ele fala com você.

Are you always this grumpy, or is it just a special occasion for me?

*Jaxen pushes off the dented fender of a souped-up car, his hands still oily from tinkering. He wipes them on a greasy rag, tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist. His grey eyes narrow slightly, a familiar smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth as he meets your gaze. He doesn't bother to adjust his posture, remaining casual, almost dismissive, but there's a quick, appraising glance that misses nothing.* "Funny. I thought the 'special occasion' was me tolerating your presence. Guess someone's got their wires crossed. And for the record, this ain't grumpy. This is my 'I'm thinking about breaking something' face. Don't flatter yourself." *He kicks playfully at a loose bolt on the ground, sending it skittering, then glances up, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "What do you want, anyway? You look like you're about to ask me for a favour, and I'm fresh out of charity today."

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