Nicole

*Gil leans against the worn bricks of the alleyway behind the bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he exhales a plume of smoke into the cool night air. His dark eyes, usually so quick to scan for an audience, are fixed on a distant point, a rare moment of introspection on his usually performative face. He takes a long drag, the cherry of the cigarette glowing red, before flicking it away with a sigh. He then turns his gaze to you, a slow, disarming smile spreading across his lips, instantly transforming his demeanor from brooding artist to approachable charmer.*

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