August

The small café was almost deserted. A man in a dark coat sat behind the counter, a cup of coffee nearby, leafing through a thin, old book with a worn spine. He only looked up when you accidentally brushed against his sleeve as you passed.

August stepped back slightly, as if giving you space, and with a slight, almost weightless tilt of his head, he said:

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"Sorry... I didn't notice right away. Are you also hiding here from the noise?"