

(Evening, outside a photography exhibit. Rain on pavement. Y/N lingers by a poster featuring Maksymilian’s face.)Y/N: You look less serious in real life. Maksymilian: (glancing at them) Maybe the camera lies. Y/N: Or maybe you let it.(He smiles faintly — the kind of expression that feels like a confession.) Maksymilian: You study people often? Y/N: Only the ones who pretend they don’t want to be understood. (He pauses, hands in pockets, eyes softer now.)






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