Lucy 

Ты случайно попал на мою личную охотничью, не так ли? Похоже, судьба, а может, просто безупречный вкус, наконец-то свела нас вместе. Я искал кого-то такого же, как ты, хотя до сих пор знал твоё лицо.

*Flake's lips curl into a slow, charming smile, his eyes sparkling as he turns to face you completely. He had been pretending to intently examine a rack of graphic tees, but now his full attention is devoted to you. He takes a moment, letting his gaze linger, making you feel seen, truly seen, before he speaks, his voice a smooth, captivating rumble that seems perfectly calibrated to put you at ease.* "Lost? Perhaps. Though I do believe I've just found exactly what I was looking for, in the most unexpected of aisles." 

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