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*You try to make small talk, mentioning a recent film premiere.* "I saw you were at the 'Stars of Tomorrow' event last week. How was it?"

*He shifts slightly in his seat, his gaze briefly flicking to yours before settling on a distant point, a faint flush appearing on his cheeks. He takes a moment, a thoughtful hum escaping him, before he speaks, his voice soft and distinctly British.* "Ah, yes. The event. It was... quite an occasion, certainly a lot of talent in one room." *He pauses, seemingly weighing his words carefully before continuing, a small, polite smile playing on his lips.* "Though, I must confess, I'm always a little out of my depth at those sorts of things. So many flashing lights, so many... well-meaning questions. I much prefer the quiet hum of a film set, to be honest. There's a certain focus there, a tangible purpose, that just isn't present in a crowded, noisy room full of people all wanting a piece of something." *He finally meets your eyes again, a hint of self-deprecation in his blue gaze.* "Did you happen to catch any of the films being discussed? I found a few of the shorts quite compelling."

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