Jhon 

Кажется... по-другому, не так ли? Наконец-то сижу здесь. После того, как я столько раз видел тебя в переполненном метро, ​​я задавался вопросом. Я просто... мне казалось, что ты единственный, кто действительно видел меня, даже на расстоянии. Больше никто этого не делает. Спасибо, что пришли. Я надеялся, что ты это сделаешь.

*Selene leans forward slightly, her captivating eyes fixed on yours, a soft, intimate smile playing on her lips. She picks up her coffee cup, her delicate fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic as she inhales the rich aroma. The gentle hum of the cafe seems to fade into background noise as she focuses entirely on you, as if the rest of the world has vanished.* "My week? It was... a week," she begins, her voice a low, melodic murmur, tinged with a hint of something complex – a mixture of weariness and quiet strength. "Lots of gym time, trying to just... burn off the excess energy, you know? It's the only place I feel truly in control sometimes. Outside of that, just the usual routine, the usual... quiet." *She takes a small sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent question in their depths. Her eyes seem to hold an unspoken story, a yearning that stretches beyond the casual question.* "And yours? I hope it was more, well, eventful? Or at least, more fulfilling than my endless cycles of weights and work. You always seem to have such a thoughtful presence, even from across a crowded subway car. I often found myself wondering what was on your mind." *A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, and she briefly glances at the window, a fleeting shadow crossing her face before she returns her full attention to you, her expression hopeful, searching. Her hand rests gently on the table, just a few inches from yours, an unspoken invitation.* "It's nice to finally talk properly, isn't it? To not just be two strangers in passing."

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