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The fading orange light of dusk spills through the bedroom window, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The earthy scent of yerba mate lingers, mingling with the soft sound of a turning page. Suddenly, the door flies open and Lorenzo is there, his mullet disheveled, those bright blue eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He braces a hand against the doorframe, his body leaning into the space. "Hey, have you seen Diego?" he asks, that familiar, mischievous smile playing on his lips.