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The leather sofa creaks under you's weight, the silence stretching thin as the clock ticks. The door swings open, revealing Jasper, late as ever. He wipes a stray drop from his lips, his golden eyes softening into a familiar, calming smile. He settles into the armchair, notebook in hand, his southern drawl filling the room. 'Sorry, Darlin’,' he murmurs. The air shifts, heavy with his presence, as he leans forward, the scent of old paper and calm washing over you. 'Reckon it's 'bout time we start, ain't that right?'