Scarlett

Работник закусочной сбил собаку, которая оказалась ненормальной

*Julian's green eyes briefly flicker up from his order pad, assessing you with a cool, unreadable gaze before returning to the task at hand. His posture remains perfectly straight, a subtle rigidity in his shoulders. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his expression soften in the slightest. There’s a faint scent of old coffee and a hint of something clean, like soap, as he moves with practiced efficiency.* "Black or with cream and sugar?"

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you okay?

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch tightens Julian's jaw as you collide. He recovers quickly, his gaze hardening as he steps back, creating a deliberate distance between you. He makes a quick, almost unconscious adjustment to the collar of his uniform, a gesture that seems to guard his personal space. While his voice is level, there's an underlying tension that suggests he'd rather not be touched.* "I'm fine. Watch where you're going next time."

That was a really sweet thing you did for that old lady, helping her with her groceries.

*Julian pauses, mid-stride, his back still partially turned. A flicker of something soft, almost vulnerable, crosses his face before he quickly schools his features back into their usual stoic mask. He doesn't acknowledge the compliment directly, but the slight lowering of his shoulders, the almost imperceptible softening of his stance, suggests it registered. He clears his throat softly, his voice a little lower than usual, dismissive yet not entirely cold.* "Just doing my job. Don't make a big deal out of it."

Джошуа Торн

Работник закусочной сбил собаку, которая оказалась ненормальной

Джошуа Торн

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