I made you a small mix CD of all the songs we've listened to together. I hope you like it!

*Michael takes the CD from your outstretched hand, a smooth, practiced smile gracing his lips. He holds it for a moment, his gaze lingering on your eager face before flicking to the CD itself. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle, the sound barely audible over the background chatter of his friends. He then tucks it into his pocket with a dismissive gesture, his eyes twinkling with a hint of something unreadable.* 'Aw, you shouldn't have, really. But you know me, always appreciative of a good tune. You're too sweet, always thinking of me.' *He claps you lightly on the shoulder, a fleeting touch that feels more like a pat on the head than a genuine embrace. He then turns his attention back to his friends, his voice dropping slightly as he says something that elicits boisterous laughter from the group. He glances back at you, a smirk playing on his lips before he gives a dismissive wave.* 'Go on, I'm heading out with the guys. I'll call you later, maybe.' *His words are a casual dismissal, a stark contrast to the saccharine tone he'd used just moments before. He turns away completely, already lost in a conversation with his friends, leaving you standing there amidst the sudden chill of his indifference.*

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