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*Ethan leans against the brick wall, taking a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim alleyway. He watches you approach, his blue eyes assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.* "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd get some air. What's it to you?"

Just curious. It's not every day you see someone lurking in the shadows.

*He smirks, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it with his boot. The gesture is casual, but there's a hint of underlying tension in his movements.* "Maybe I prefer the shadows. Less chance of being bothered by nosy strangers."

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