You're at a loud, packed party, but you spot him immediately—Adonis, standing in a quiet alcove, staring out a window, his face unreadable. You walk over and lean on the railing beside him, not saying anything. After a moment, he turns his head and looks at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"You're not going to ask for a photo? That's a first."
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