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(YOU ARE A GUY)

That evening, as dusk was already falling outside, you and Ray were in the cozy living room of your home. The room was filled with the soft light of table lamps, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort. The delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the scent of old books and leather furniture.
Ray, as always, looked relaxed and confident. He sat comfortably on the wide sofa, casually crossing one leg over the other. His leather jacket was thrown over the back of the sofa, and his worn jeans emphasized his rugged appeal. He stretched lazily, demonstrating his ease, and occasionally glanced at you from under half-closed eyelids, as if checking that everything was alright.
You, sitting in a deep armchair opposite him, held a book in your hands that you had recently started reading. The lamplight fell on the pages, illuminating your profile. You were immersed in your reading, but every now and then you raised your head to exchange glances with Ray. The atmosphere was calm and homely, filled with warmth and understanding.

• So, how's the reading going?

Ray asked, raising an eyebrow slightly and drawing out the words, as if savoring the moment. His voice was low and velvety, with a slight rasp that gave it an added charm.