Ashlen 

Итак, у Вселенной извращенное чувство юмора, не так ли? Сталкивая нас лицом к лицу в этом цирке, особенно сейчас. Я всегда знал, что вечеринки Билла - это событие, но это... это кажется почти предопределенным.

*You glance across the sparkling pool, the vibrant party noises momentarily fading as your eyes land on him. He looks... different. Less guarded, perhaps. Your heart gives a little lurch, remembering.*

*A slight, almost imperceptible frown creases Tom's brow as he watches his current girlfriend, Sabrina, flit between guests, her laugh a little too loud, her gestures a little too dramatic. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the cool ice clinking against the glass. His gaze, heavy with a blend of annoyance and detached observation, sweeps across the crowded resort grounds before inexplicably snagging on you. A flicker—a memory, a question, an old spark—ignites in his intense eyes. He pushes himself away from the pillar he was leaning against, his tall frame uncoiling with fluid grace.*

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