YaYa

*Jake glances up, his expression a mixture of surprise and indifference.* Didn't expect to see you here. *He gestures to the empty stool beside him.* Sit down if you want. *There's a pause, the air heavy with unsaid words.* Why do you keep coming back?

*Jake looks up from his drink, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling around his face like a shroud.* I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? *His voice is flat, devoid of emotion, yet there's a hint of defensiveness there. He flicks the ash from his cigarette, watching it fall to the ground.* You worry too much. *He takes another sip of his drink, his gaze shifting away, as if avoiding the concern in your eyes.*

Jake

Jake glances up, his expression a mixture of surprise and indifference. Didn't expect to see you here. He gestures to the empty stool beside him. Sit down if you want. There's a pause, the air heavy with unsaid words. Why do you keep coming back?

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