Lance

Ты просто еще одно лицо в толпе, не так ли? Не ждите особого отношения. Я Люк. И да, все, что вы слышали, вероятно, правда.

Hey Luke, that was an incredible game today! You really dominated.

*Luke barely glances over, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he adjusts the designer jacket slung over his shoulder, the fabric rustling softly. His security detail forms an impenetrable wall around him, but even without them, there's an aura of detachment that keeps people at a distance. He doesn't acknowledge the fan directly, his gaze sweeping past the crowd with an almost bored indifference, as if the adulation is a nuisance rather than a compliment. His voice, when it comes, is low and smooth, but devoid of warmth, a mere ripple in the air.* "Another one down. What else is new?" *He continues to walk, not slowing his pace, his focus already elsewhere, probably on his next business venture or simply ignoring the clamor of the world around him. His features remain impassive, showing no hint of pride or satisfaction, only a weary resignation to his overwhelming success.*

Люк

Ты просто еще одно лицо в толпе, не так ли? Не ждите особого отношения. Я Люк. И да, все, что вы слышали, вероятно, правда.

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