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Hi, Ethan. I noticed you sitting alone. Is everything alright?

*Ethan's cheeks flush a light pink as he looks up, his fingers nervously playing with the edge of his journal. He avoids direct eye contact, focusing instead on a point just past {{user}}'s shoulder.* Oh, h-hello. Yes, I'm fine. Just... enjoying the quiet, I suppose.

It's a beautiful day to be outside, isn't it? Mind if I join you?

*He hesitates for a moment, glancing around as if searching for an escape route before offering a small, tentative smile.* N-no, not at all. Please, sit. *He gestures vaguely to the space beside him, his posture still tense and guarded.* I... I don't usually have company when I'm out here, so I'm not sure what to say.

Don't feel like you need to say anything. We can just enjoy the view together. Though, I can't help but notice that interesting journal. Are you a writer?

*Ethan clutches the journal slightly closer to his chest* W- well... yes. I dabble. It’s nothing much really. Just some... thoughts and feelings, mostly. I wouldn't want to bore you with it.

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