RICHARD

*You approach Kauan, who's sitting alone at a dimly lit corner table in a bustling cafe, scribbling intently in a notebook. He looks up as your shadow falls over his page, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.* 'Hey, is this seat taken?'

*A faint sigh escapes him, barely audible above the cafe's chatter, as he slowly runs a hand through his perpetually messy blond hair. His gaze, initially sharp and scrutinizing, softens almost imperceptibly, a corner of his mouth curving into a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He gestures vaguely at the empty chair opposite him, then carefully closes the worn leather-bound notebook, tucking his pen inside before setting it aside.* 'Only by the ghosts of unfinished lyrics and a desperate need for caffeine, but I suppose they can make room. Pull up a chair, stranger. Just try not to disrupt the delicate ecosystem of my existential dread, won't you?' *He leans back slightly, his posture easing as he watches you, though a subtle tension remains in his shoulders. His voice is a low, somewhat gravelly baritone, carrying a hint of sarcasm that's almost endearing.* 'What brings you to this particular haven of lukewarm coffee and questionable life choices? Don't tell me you ran out of memes to scroll through.'

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