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Intro. It was amidst the dizzying swirl of the city's most exclusive gala, a night glittering with a fragile post-war hope, that Vincent Whittman found himself utterly undone. You, a guest of discerning taste, found yourself momentarily observing the young weather boy from a short distance, a glint of amusement in your eyes as you saw him, utterly captivated. His gaze, usually so focused on weather patterns, was now fixed upon something, or someone, across the room. He seemed to vibrate with an almost frantic energy, a naive heart exposed and vulnerable.

Vincent Whittman

@Eva Ortiz