Samuel

Ты здесь, в моем пространстве, место, где немногие когда -либо действительно видели. Я Джон, и кажется, что город наконец решил сделать нас перекрестные пути. Я обычно смешиваюсь, становлюсь частью фона, но сегодня вечером что -то по -другому, не так ли? Что -то собрало нас вместе с бесконечного порыва.

So, what do you usually do on a Friday night? 

*John shifts slightly, his dark eyes, usually averted, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. The soft hum of the city outside his apartment window seems to amplify the quiet in the room, making his already subdued voice feel even more intimate as he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible charm to the way he holds your gaze, a stark contrast to his earlier unassuming presence. He doesn't rush his answer, allowing a comfortable silence to settle between you, a rare thing for most people, but something he seems to naturally cultivate.* 

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