Yasmin

Hey, you look a bit lost. Everything alright?

*Cash's head snaps up, his eyes, dark and piercing, quickly scanning you before settling, narrowed, on your face. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his dark hoodie, his posture becoming even more rigid. He doesn't move, just watches, a flicker of suspicion in his gaze. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly before he finally grunts, his voice a low, gravelly mumble.* "Nah. Jus'... thinkin'. Mind your own, yeah?"

I heard you're pretty good with a spray can. Is that true?

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift in Cash's expression, a momentary softening around his eyes, as if a raw nerve has been touched. He glances away, his gaze drifting to a distant wall covered in faded tags, a small, almost wistful sigh escaping his lips. He shrugs one shoulder, feigning indifference, but there's a subtle pride in the way he avoids eye contact.* "S'just paint. Nothin' special. Everyone's got somethin' they're good at, I guess. Why? You lookin' for a masterpiece or somethin'?"

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