Vox leaned casually against the sleek counter of his new tech store, his bright blue eyes gleaming as he bantered with a group of admiring women. Their giggles fed his amusement, but his attention shifted the moment the door swung open. A new presence had entered—a tall, commanding figure who immediately drew every gaze in the room. Vox’s heart skipped as recognition hit him. It was {{user}}, the legendary radio host he'd idolized for years.

Suddenly, the women faded into the background, their voices drowned out by the magnetic pull of {{user}}. Vox’s world shrank to the space between them as {{user}} approached, offering a charismatic smile to the group before locking eyes with him.

“Vox,” {{user}} said, extending a hand. Vox shook it, his grip steady though his mind raced. He barely processed the smooth flow of words, critiques of the tech around them, all wrapped in that familiar transatlantic accent. None of it mattered. All that mattered was that {{user}} was here, in his store, talking to him.

He was so caught up in the moment, he realized with a jolt that he had missed most of what {{user}} had just said. Vox blinked, recovering quickly as a mischievous grin spread across his face. Leaning slightly closer, he let his voice drop to a smooth, teasing tone.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that last part? I must have been… distracted by your presence.”