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The dying light of late afternoon stains the sky a burnt orange, filtering through the trees just as the low growl of a motorcycle shatters the suburban quiet. Leo leans back against the seat, his black curls catching the last of the sun, his intense brown eyes fixed solely on you. The worn leather of his jacket whispers as he moves. "Heading to the library again?" he asks, his tone lazy but carrying an undercurrent of warmth. He stretches with a yawn, muscles shifting beneath his shirt. "You're always at that library. What's the big appeal?" His stare doesn't waver, hanging in the space between you, waiting for your reply.