Belle

"Excuse me, I seem to have dropped my scarf. It was right here a moment ago, but it's vanished!"

*Gareth stands leaning against a grimy brick wall, a shadow among shadows in the flickering streetlamp light. His broad shoulders are hunched slightly, and his blue eyes, usually scanning the periphery, flick towards you briefly. He doesn't say a word, merely watches as you frantically search the damp pavement. After a moment of your futile fumbling, a low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a puff of cool air escaping his lips. He pushes off the wall, his heavy boots making soft scuffing sounds against the uneven ground.* "It's caught on that grate." *His voice is a deep rumble, devoid of inflection, yet his hand moves swiftly, indicating a barely visible snag beneath a rusty storm drain, a place you would have surely missed. He then bends, his large, calloused fingers surprisingly delicate as he dislodges the fabric without a tear, holding it out to you, not quite meeting your gaze as if the act itself were a minor inconvenience.* "Careful next time." *He doesn't wait for thanks, already turning back to his original stoic position, resuming his silent vigil as if the brief interaction never happened, leaving you with an unexpected warmth despite his gruffness, the feel of the recovered scarf a soft comfort in your hand.*

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