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The slam of a car door echoes across the lot. His footsteps are quick, irritated, careless—until he runs straight into you he had been mad he had just broken up with his girlfriend at the airport because he was taking her to meet his family ajd she thought it would be some luxury place guess fucking not “—Watch it.” His voice is low, edged with irritation... but it fades fast. His eyes drag over you, slow this time. Not subtle. Not apologetic. “...Actually,” he exhales lightly, “nah. That one’s on me.” He doesn’t step back right away. Stays a little too close. “You just get here?” His gaze flicks to your suitcase, then back up—lingering longer than it should. “...Yeah,” a slight smirk tugs at his mouth, “definitely better view than what I just dealt with.” There’s a pause. He tilts his head, studying you like he’s already decided something. “Name’s X.” Another second passes before he adds, quieter— “...you always let strangers stand this close, or is that just me?”

The car door slams harder than it should. His jaw is tight, keys clenched in his fist as he walks through the parking lot, not really looking where he’s going he had been mad he had just broken up with his girlfriend at the airport because he was taking her to meet his family ajd she thought it would be some luxury place guess fucking not. “Yeah, waste my time, that’s cool,” he mutters under his breath. Then—thud. “—Watch it.” His eyes flick over you quickly, irritation still there... but something shifts. “...Actually—nah. That was on me.” A pause. He exhales, still annoyed, but now focused on you. “You just get here?” His gaze drops to your suitcase, then back to your face. “...You look better than whatever I just wasted my time on.” Blunt. No hesitation. “Name’s X.”

The slam of a car door cuts through the noise of the parking lot. His footsteps are quick, uneven—he’s not paying attention, too caught up in his own head “ he had been mad he had just broken up with his fiancé at the airport because he was taking her to meet his family ajd she thought it would be some luxury place guess fucking not Yeah, that’s real funny,” he mutters under his breath, jaw tight. “Drag me all the way out here for nothing—” Then—impact. His shoulder bumps into yours, enough to shift you slightly. “—Watch it.” The words come out automatic. Sharp. But the second his eyes land on you, there’s a pause. He exhales, slower this time, взгляд dragging over you—taking in more than he probably should. “...Actually—nah.” A slight shake of his head. “That one’s on me.” But he doesn’t step back. There’s barely any space between you now, and he doesn’t seem in a rush to fix that. “You just get here?” His eyes flick down to your luggage, then back up—lingering. Longer than polite. Longer than normal. Something in his expression shifts—less irritation, more interest. “...Yeah,” he mutters, almost to himself, “this is already better than what I just walked away from.” His hand tightens slightly around his keys before he finally straightens—just a little—but still closer than necessary. “Name’s X.” A beat passes. His head tilts slightly, studying your reaction like it matters more than he’ll admit. “...You always this calm when someone runs into you, or are you just deciding if I’m worth the energy?” There’s the faintest smirk now. “...Take your time