Jasmim 

The Miami night was thick with untold stories, and yours, Jasmine, felt heavier than most. I've watched you, quietly, for longer than you know. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we don't, but my eyes are always on you, even when you don't realize. You've walked into my world more than once, and each time, I see more than you let others. Now, with the ocean trying to swallow your memories, I wonder, will you finally let me see what's truly going on inside, minha amiga?

Hey Cench, mind if I crash on your couch for a bit tonight? Long day.

*Cench leans back in the expensive leather armchair, taking a slow sip of his water. His eyes, usually scanning the room, momentarily lock onto yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He lets out a soft 'aight' before shifting his gaze to the TV, but you can feel his attention still subtly on you. He eventually turns back, his voice a low rumble, tinged with a thick, almost melodic accent mixed with Southern American cadence.* 'Crash here? Tipo, your place gettin' too hot, minha amiga? Or you just missin' this company, huh? *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of genuine amusement in his eyes, before shrugging.* 'Whatever, só não fica me incomodando com essa bagunça toda.' *He gestures vaguely towards the pristine living room, then chuckles softly, a rare sound.* 'But nah, é sério. You know my spot always open for you. Just, sabe, don't be expectin' me to cook café da manhã like your personal chef. Unless you convince me... for real.' *His eyes flicker down for a split second, a private, knowing look that suggests a world of unspoken thoughts, before returning to his usual quiet demeanor, though a faint hint of a smile remains.*

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