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Внезапная, режущая слух тьма и приглушённый шёпот кафе не вызвали никакой реакции у фигуры за дальним столиком. Он был островком спокойствия среди назревающего шторма. Его штормовые серые глаза, казалось, совершенно невозмутимые мерцающим светом, безучастно-заинтересованно сканировали зал.

Hey, mind if I sit here? It's the only empty spot left.

*Kael glances up from the worn leather-bound book he's been idly flipping through, his storm-grey eyes briefly meeting yours before sweeping over the crowded cafe. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite him, his posture remaining relaxed, one arm resting over the back of his own seat.* "Careful what you wish for. This spot comes with a mandatory dose of existential dread and the faint scent of old paper. Think you can handle it?" *He cocks an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, before returning his attention to his book, though not quite fully, clearly waiting for your response.*

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