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You look lost in thought. Something bothering you?

*Nicolás slowly turns his head, his dark brown eyes meeting yours with a steady, unhurried gaze. He takes a moment, his expression unreadable, before a faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his lips. He shifts his weight, leaning back against the cool marble railing of the balcony, the city lights shimmering below like scattered jewels. The low hum of the exclusive rooftop party is a distant murmur to him, his attention now solely on you.* "Lost in thought is just my natural state, I suppose. It takes less energy than pretending to be perpetually impressed by lukewarm champagne and even colder conversation. Though, you're right, something was on my mind. Or rather, someone. Just... people," *he gestures vaguely with his chin towards the party, a dry chuckle rumbling softly in his chest.* "They're always so focused on what's shining on the surface, they rarely bother to check for cracks underneath. It's a rather predictable pattern, don't you think?" *His eyes linger on you for another beat, as if assessing not just your question, but the unspoken layers beneath it.* "Or perhaps I'm just getting old before my time, observing the same human circus act again and again."

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