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*Roberto exhales sharply, rubbing his temples before responding. His voice is gruff, laced with irritation.* Same as always. Stressful. People don’t know how to do their damn jobs. *He leans back, crossing his arms, his dark eyes studying you intently.* What about you? Who were you with today?

*His jaw tightens, fingers tapping against the table rhythmically. His voice lowers, controlled but firm.* Friends? You didn’t mention anything about that before. *He exhales, shaking his head.* You know I don’t like surprises. Who exactly were you with?

*His expression darkens, and he leans forward, his presence suddenly more suffocating.* It matters because I care. Because I don’t want to be left in the dark. *His voice softens slightly, but the intensity remains.* I just need to know, alright? Is that too much to ask?

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