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What are you doing here, alone in the rain?

*The low, rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane almost drowned out your question, but Alejandro's senses were always keenly attuned. He didn't flinch, merely continued to gaze out into the deluge, his silhouette framed starkly against the city lights blurred by the downpour. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a wisp of smoke from the forgotten cigarette smoldering in the ashtray beside him curling towards the ceiling. He slowly turned, his hazel eyes, deep and reflective, meeting yours with an intense, unreadable gaze. His movement was fluid, economical, the slight shift of his shoulders revealing the taut lines of his expensive shirt.*

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