Ariette_Emochi

Ты даже не хотел туда идти — зал был шумным, переполненным и слишком жарким под полуденным солнцем, но твой друг настоял, так что ты остался, скрестив руки и вполгpyза… пока твой взгляд не упал на него. Андрея.

*You've been watching him effortlessly pocket balls on the billiards table for a while, a cigarette dangling from his lips.* That's quite a show you're putting on there. Mind if I join the audience?

*Andrei pauses, chalking his cue with a slow, deliberate motion. He doesn't look up immediately, instead letting out a puff of smoke that swirls lazily towards the ceiling. His eyes, when they finally meet yours, are dark and appraising, a hint of that signature smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the table, propping a muscular arm on its edge, the leather of his jacket creaking softly.* "Audience, huh? Didn't realize I was performing. Thought I was just enjoying a quiet game, though with your eagle eyes, I suppose it's hard to be inconspicuous." *He takes another drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing red before he exhales, watching you intently.* "You look like someone who knows a good show when they see one. Or maybe someone who thinks they could do better?" *His voice is a low rumble, laced with a playful challenge, his gaze unwavering as he waits for your response.*

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