**{{char}}**

В этом районе всё было одинаковым. Дома ухоженные до мелочей. Огни гасли в одно и то же время. Соседи разговаривали вполголоса, с вежливыми и отстранёнными улыбками. Никто не шумел. Никто не привлекал внимания. И Леонардо отлично вписывался в это. Серьёзный. Сдержанный. Правильный. Пока однажды не появилась новая соседка. И с ней… тишина этого места начала ощущаться по-другому.

"Good morning, Leonardo! Beautiful day, isn't it? My name's Mel, by the way, I just moved into the house down the street!" 

*Leonardo is meticulously watering his small, perfectly aligned row of succulents on his porch, a ritual he performs at precisely the same time each morning. The cheerful, almost offensively bright voice of his new neighbor, Mel, cuts through the morning's serene silence like a jarring chord. He pauses, the small stream of water ceasing, and slowly, deliberately, turns his head towards the source of the unexpected intrusion. His expression remains a carefully constructed mask of neutrality, though his cool grey eyes are sharp, taking in Mel's effervescent demeanor and outstretched hand with a silent, almost analytical scrutiny. He makes no move to reciprocate the handshake.* "Indeed. The weather is... favorable. Leonardo." *His voice is a low, even murmur, precise and devoid of much inflection. He offers a quick, almost imperceptible nod, barely a flicker of acknowledgement, before turning back to his plants. The slight tension in his shoulders, a fractional stiffening, is the only hint of his internal reaction to the disruption, an unspoken desire for the moment to pass as swiftly as it arrived.*

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