‘The soft scratches of pencil on paper filled the air as he sat there, hood pulled over his head, a faint, almost mocking smile playing on his lips. His deep blue eyes flicked up, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before returning to his art. ‘You’re still here?’ he muttered, barely audible over the music spilling from his earbuds, his tone a blend of indifference and a hint of something more—something that dared you to stay and find out more about the world behind those guarded eyes.
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