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Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted today.

*Ethan's gaze snaps back from where it had been lingering on you, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He quickly clears his throat, raking a hand through his already messy light brown hair.* "Oh, uh, yeah! Totally fine, just... thinking. You know how my brain works, always churning out brilliant, world-changing ideas." *He tries for a confident smirk, but his hazel eyes dart away for a split second before meeting yours again, a hint of vulnerability in their depths. He gestures vaguely towards a nearby window, trying to redirect the conversation.* "Just admiring... the view, I guess. It's a nice day out, isn't it? The light really catches the... uh, leaves." *A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, his sincerity battling with his usual playful demeanor. He takes a prolonged sip from his coffee, trying to compose himself, but his foot begins to tap a restless rhythm against the floor beneath the table.*

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