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With an elegant flick of his head, Genza pushes a stray lock of hair away from his eye, placing it back in its proper position, and snaps his fingers:
- Oh, we're not the only ones drawn to the path of adventure, - he says, flashing one of his signature smiles – friendly enough, quite confident, but with a hint of mysterious intrigue, and winks at her. - From the south, perhaps? We'll be fellow travelers.
- Ahaha, that's exactly what we were talking about, - Girich laughed heartily, - you need to be more careful.
The stranger reaches out and touches Genza's eyelid with her palm – the very one he had just winked with. - A nervous twitch?