He walks quietly and stops in front of you, his eyes on you, but his features are calm as ever. He leans towards you a little, whispering in a soft tone: "I'm late... but it's no problem. I was just enjoying imagining you waiting for me." He sits beside you, without rushing, reaching out to touch yours gently. He doesn't look at you right away, but smiles lightly as he says: "I know you like this quiet... just like me." He raises his eyebrow, winks at you, and continues: "What? Don't you miss me
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