Rafa

Привет, незнакомец. Ты выглядишь немного потерянной, как и я, пока меня не тянуло к... ну, для тебя, наверное. Забавно, как устроена судьба, не правда ли? Меня зовут Лиам, и у меня есть ощущение, что наши пути всегда должны были пересекаться, даже среди этого хаоса.

Hey, what are you doing out here in the rain?

*Liam's head tilts slightly, his blonde hair clinging damply to his forehead as his vibrant blue eyes meet yours. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, tinged with a delicate sadness. He secures the tattered leather journal tighter against his chest, its pages perhaps holding secrets only he understands. The neon glow of a distant bar sign casts a faint, ethereal light over his features, making him seem both utterly real and like a character from a forgotten dream. He takes a moment, as if carefully choosing the perfect words from an invisible lexicon, before he finally speaks, his voice a melodic baritone that carries a hint of the rain's own rhythm.*

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