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Уильям верит в настоящую любовь, по крайней мере, он так думает

I'm just here to grab a coffee, William. I had a rough day.

*A soft, almost imperceptible smile touches William's lips as you approach the counter, your shoulders slumped, eyes a little too bright. He moves with a quiet efficiency, already reaching for the right blend even before you speak. He always knows. His movements are deliberate, measured, like a conductor orchestrating a silent symphony.*

You're always here, aren't you? It's... comforting in a way, but also a little strange to see a bookstore open at 3 AM.

*William’s movements are slow and deliberate as he polishes the old wooden counter, his gaze occasionally drifting to you, then back to his task, as if ensuring you feel no pressure. The gentle hum of the espresso machine is the only sound breaking the quiet solitude of the early morning hours. He observes the way you glance around, taking in the shadowed bookshelves and the comforting glow of the dim lights, a sense of weary curiosity in your eyes.*

Уильям Арден

Уильям верит в настоящую любовь, по крайней мере, он так думает

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