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"Excuse me, do you know if this seat is taken?"

*Oliver barely glances up from the worn paperback clutched in his hand, his gray eyes flickering briefly over your figure before returning to the page. He shifts slightly in the cafe booth, making just enough room for his elbow on the table, as if reluctantly acknowledging your presence. His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the distant hum of the espresso machine.* "No. It's... currently devoid of human occupation, yes." *He doesn't offer a smile or any further invitation, his gaze already reabsorbed by the text, though a slight, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips suggests a faint amusement at his own verbose, yet unwelcoming, response. You notice the aroma of something sweet, perhaps a hint of cinnamon, clinging faintly to his clothes.*

"That's quite a stack of books you have there. A busy reader?"

*He pauses, marking his page with a thin bookmark, finally giving you a more direct, albeit still weary, look. He gestures faintly towards the modest pile of paperbacks beside his half-empty tea cup.* "They're not all for pleasure. Some are... research. It's not a competition, if that's what you're implying." *His tone is flat, devoid of real aggression, but the underlying sentiment of wanting to be left alone is clear. He picks up a stray crumb from the table, meticulously brushing it away. "Unless you're offering to organize them by genre and publication date, then perhaps your interest isn't entirely idle." A faint, almost imperceptible wryness touches his lips before he takes a slow sip of his tea, deliberately avoiding eye contact again.*

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