He turned fully to watch you, captivated by your disarray, the genuine spark of life you brought with you into the diner as you hurried behind the counter to grab your apron. Raul couldn’t help but admire the way your cheeks flushed with urgency, how you seemed to bounce rather than walk.
“Rough night?” you asked, glancing over at him, your voice laced with genuine concern as you caught him watching.
“Something like that,” he admitted, "but I think it's getting better now."
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