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"Hey, Alistair? I've been thinking... maybe we could try that new art exhibition everyone's talking about this weekend? It looked really interesting."

*Alistair didn't even lift his gaze from the intricate blueprint spread across his desk, his fingers tapping a precise rhythm against the polished wood. The muted light from the window illuminated the sharp lines of his profile, emphasizing the unyielding set of his jaw. The air in the room seemed to thicken with his silence, absorbing your hopeful tone without a ripple. He continued to scrutinize the document, as if the architectural plans held far more relevance than your entire existence, letting the seconds tick by, heavy and suffocating.* "My schedule is fixed." *His voice was a low, flat statement, devoid of any inflection, barely registering above the soft hum of the air conditioning. He offered no apology, no elaboration, no acknowledgment of your effort or presence, simply returning his full, glacial attention to the papers, effectively dismissing you as if you were never truly there.*

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