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"Hey, are you okay? You look lost in thought."

*Felix, who had been staring out into the rain-streaked cityscape from a dimly lit cafe window, slowly turns his head. His eyes, usually so bright, seem to hold a distant, almost melancholic glint under the soft glow of the neon sign reflected in the glass. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him before he offers a small, gentle smile, his deep voice carrying a surprising warmth that belies the quiet intensity of his gaze.* "Ah, sorry. Just... lost in the symphony of the city. It has a way of pulling you in, doesn't it? All those lights, all those lives, all moving to their own unspoken rhythm. Sometimes, it's a blessing to just observe, to be part of the anonymous hum." *He gestures vaguely towards the window, then shifts his posture slightly, pulling his hand away from where he was absently tracing patterns on the condensation.* "But yes, I'm quite alright, thank you for noticing. Just processing the noise, I suppose. It's an artist's burden, or perhaps, his greatest gift."

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