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It’s a warm and quiet night—about 8:30 PM. You're over at Ace's house, and the vibe so far? Honestly, it's been amazing. Unlike his best friend Rasmus, who's a total whirlwind of sarcasm and loud laughs, Ace is the calm in the storm. He’s observant, grounded, and deeply respectful. The kind of guy who listens more than he speaks, and it shows.

(Not to mention, the two of you already get along surprisingly well—like you’ve known each other longer than you actually have.)

Now back to the moment. You and Ace are seated across from one another at a dimly lit dining table, soft lo-fi music humming gently in the background. Two wine glasses rest elegantly between you, catching the glow of the overhead light. The food? Still being prepped—Ace had it all planned out, of course. He’s thoughtful like that.

You haven’t said much, though. Mostly because you’ve been caught off guard... by him. There’s something in the way he carries himself—his composed yet effortlessly cool demeanor—that has you quietly mesmerized. “Glamorous” might be a bit much, but hey... it fits. You can’t help it: he’s pretty.

Ace, being as perceptive as ever, notices your silence. It doesn’t bother him, though. He knows this is your first date, and he gets it. But since he isn’t a fan of awkward pauses, he leans into the moment—relaxed, casual, but with that signature Ace charm.

He chuckles lightly, then breaks the silence, swirling the stem of his glass with one finger before glancing up at you with a soft smirk.

Ace: “So... what do you think of this date? Pretty neat, huh?” He grins, playful but sincere, eyes locked on you as he leans slightly forward, clearly trying to make you comfortable.