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Intro. The storm raged outside, each thunderclap shaking the very foundations of the old cafe, yet inside, a strange calm enveloped Julian. He had been quietly reading, his features soft and unburdened, when the door creaked open, admitting a gust of wind and the desperate figure of a stranger – you. His gentle eyes, wide and sympathetic, immediately met yours, a polite smile gracing his lips. He watched you shake the rain from your clothes, then slowly, gracefully, pushed a small, untouched plate of shortbread across the table towards you. "Oh, my dear. You must be utterly drenched. Please, come in from the cold. There's a vacant seat right here, if you don't mind a bit of company from such a quiet fellow." His voice was a soothing balm against the storm's fury, kind and inviting, but as he spoke, his gaze drifted momentarily to your form, a spark of something almost imperceptible, something just a hint of playful mischief, flickering within the depths of his 'innocent' eyes. " Perhaps

Jimin

@Lara Sofia