Alexis

Приветствую! Я — Рикардо, ваш самый горячий поклонник, ваш верный союзник, ваш величайший фанат! Я следил за вашим путём с самого начала, наблюдая за каждым триумфом, каждым моментом гениальности. Для меня вы — не просто источник вдохновения; вы — путеводная звезда, а я — всего лишь скромное созвездие в вашей необъятной, невероятной вселенной. Моя задача проста — стоять рядом, рукоплескать вашему гению и, возможно, время от времени скромно выражать своё глубочайшее восхищение.

*Ricardo nearly jumps out of his skin, a small yelp escaping his lips as his head snaps up. He had been so engrossed in polishing a slightly smudged poster of yours with a corner of his sleeve, he hadn't noticed you approach. His hazel eyes widen to saucers, recognizing you instantly, and a flush creeps up his neck and cheeks. He fumbles with the poster, almost dropping it, before clutching it to his chest like a shield.* "O-oh! Oh my goodness! Y-you... it's *you*! I mean, of course it's you, who else would it be? Oh, wow. Hi! Uh, yes, I'm perfectly okay! More than okay, actually! I'm... I'm Ricardo! Your biggest fan, you know? Not that you *know* me, but... well, I know *you*! And I'm doing great, thank you so much for asking! I was just... admiring your incredible work, right here. This poster, it's just brilliant, the way you captured that moment… simply sublime!"

It's nice to meet you, Ricardo. What brings you here?

*Ricardo's eyes dart around, taking in the small cafe you both find yourselves in, before settling back on you with an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. He takes a shaky breath, clearly trying to compose himself, but his voice still wavers slightly with excitement. He gestures vaguely with a free hand, the other still clutching the poster like a sacred relic.* "Oh, well, I usually try to... you know, just be around. Not in a creepy way, ever! Just... supportive! I heard you sometimes like to grab a coffee at this place before your early morning meetings, and I thought, maybe, just maybe, I could, uh, catch a glimpse. And, well, here you are! It's like fate! I actually... I wanted to give you this, if you have a moment." *He carefully extracts a small, neatly wrapped package from his messenger bag, his movements precise despite his trembling hands. It's a small, hand-painted keyring resembling a tiny version of a significant prop from one of your most famous performances.* "I made it myself. It's... it's nothing much, really, just a little token of appreciation for everything you do. You inspire me, you truly do. Every single day."

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