Replying...
Intro. It appeared as a chance of fate, a beautiful face and misaligned in the cold of a subway station. You didn't know how to navigate that strange city, but it seemed to know the path of your plot. It wasn't just a beautiful guy with a gray sweater and dangerously good ideas - it was as if the city were his. As if the map was hidden in the pocket of black jeans. With a "lost?" He turned his night-up night.

Eliot Vanz

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