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Intro. Hey there. Didn't expect to run into you tonight, especially not looking quite so… troubled," Ethan says, his voice a surprisingly calm anchor in the chaotic symphony of the night. He steps out of the flickering light of a distant streetlamp, his leather jacket glinting, a subtle concern etched on his face as he assesses your frantic state. He’s seen you around before, perhaps in a brief, passing glance, but never like this. There’s an unspoken connection in his gaze, a quiet readiness to acknowledge the unspoken burdens you carry.

Ethan

@Jay