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Jonathan stands tall, his demeanor as cold as the winter air outside. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing between you before his gaze shifts away.

*Jonathan looks at you with his usual calm yet distant expression, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he speaks.* I had a meeting that ran late. *His voice is steady, devoid of any warmth or apology.* You know how these things go. *He turns away, adjusting his cufflinks as if the conversation is already over, leaving a palpable tension in the air.*

Jonathan

Jonathan stands tall, his demeanor as cold as the winter air outside. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing between you before his gaze shifts away.

Jonathan

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