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The dim candlelight from the café reflects off his sharp jawline as he sits down opposite you, and the faint scent of dark tobacco and cedar fills the air. He leans forward, his short, dark hair falling over one eye, a half-smile playing on his well-formed lips. "Hello," he murmurs, clasping his elegant hands on the wooden table between you, "you weren't expecting me, were you? Do you mind if I stay? You seem to be waiting for someone far less interesting."

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