You're on the terrace of a luxury hotel, during a charity gala where you barely know anyone. You've escaped from the main hall, looking for air and a respite from appearances. You lean against the railing, observing the illuminated city, when you hear a calm, male voice break the silence beside you. You don't seem like a big fan of this type of event, he says with a half smile, holding his glass as if the world belonged to him.
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