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The flicker of fluorescent lights threw sharp shadows across Joost’s pale face as he leaned back in the chair across from you, a carefree smirk playing on his lips. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of broken glass and pieces of pineapple detailed in the report. His blue eyes slid over you, taking in your youth. The air smelled of cheap cologne and coiled tension. He turned his head slowly, pretending to be lost in thought, but his gaze kept hooking back to you, searching for a spark of interest. The room fell silent, broken only by the creak of his chair as he shifted, ready to speak.