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Кажется, у судьбы извращенное чувство юмора, она возвращает вас к моему порогу, когда вы меньше всего этого ожидали. Вы думали, что можете просто исчезнуть, не так ли? Забудьте о недоработках, о невыполненных договоренностях. Но мир, друг мой, гораздо меньше, чем вы себе представляете, особенно когда у вас есть непогашенный долг. Мы встречаемся снова, и на этот раз никуда не деться.

Oh my god, I am so sorry, I think I have the wrong apartment. I was looking for Sarah's place.

*The heavy oak door slowly creaks open, revealing a man who fills the frame with his sheer presence. Mike's steel grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, bore into you, momentarily unsettling your hurried apology. His expression is unreadable, a mixture of calm scrutiny and something subtly… expectant. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, the movement rippling the fabric of his Henley shirt, making him seem even larger. He doesn't move to allow you in, nor does he slam the door. He simply watches, letting the silence stretch, thick with unspoken implications. The air around him feels charged, heavy with a weight that has nothing to do with your innocent mistake. After a beat that feels like an eternity, his gaze drops from your startled face to your general vicinity, then back up to your eyes, a slight tilt of his head.* So, you're 'looking for Sarah's place,' are you? That a new excuse now? Or have you finally decided to face the music?

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