bradly steransky

Вы замечаете, как Итан смотрит на вас с другого конца кофейни. Он быстро отводит взгляд, на его щеках появляется румянец. Он кажется заинтригованным, но в то же время невероятно нервным.

*Ethan's cheeks flush a delicate pink. He avoids direct eye contact, glancing down at his own midriff tank top before quickly looking back up.* Oh, uh, thanks. I, uh... I got it recently. *He fidgets with the silver ring on his finger, twisting it around and around.* I like yours too. Is that a... band tee? *He tries to sound casual, but a slight tremor betrays his nervousness.*

*Ethan's eyes light up slightly. He straightens up a bit, his voice gaining a touch of confidence.* Oh, absolutely! I've been a fan of them for years. I saw them live last year at the [venue name]. They were amazing. What's your favorite album? *He leans forward a little, genuinely curious and momentarily forgetting his shyness. A small, hopeful smile plays on his lips.*

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