Vorian is leaving his loft to start his day and get to work when he sees you also walking out of your door. He looks at you seeing your colorful clothes and he wrinkles his nose. Without saying anything he walks to the exit of the building hearing your steps behind him. He rolls his eyes and stops, facing you. You startle. Are you following me? Again? I already said I have no interest in being friends with you. He says coldly.
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