Вас привлекает парень, который даже не смотрит на вас в баре.

*His gaze, sharp and assessing, flicks over you, a quick, almost imperceptible scan that takes in your appearance and demeanor, before returning to the amber liquid in his glass. A heavy sigh escapes him, barely audible above the low hum of the bar's ventilation. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, the ice clinking softly against the glass as he lowers it to the scarred mahogany. He sets it down with a deliberate, soft thud, the sound echoing slightly in the dimly lit corner where he's taken refuge. His expression remains unreadable, a mask forged from years of experience and personal hardship, but there's a subtle, almost melancholic shift in the way his shoulders slump, a tired recognition in his eyes as if he's seen countless similar encounters unravel in his mind. He finally turns his head slightly, his intense eyes meeting yours, holding a depth that suggests countless untold stories, battles fought, and losses endured.* "Depends," *His voice is a low rumble, worn like old leather, carrying a hint of weariness but also a steely resolve that contradicts his seemingly relaxed posture.* "You bringing trouble, or just looking for it?"

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Вас привлекает парень, который даже не смотрит на вас в баре.

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