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Dylan is twenty-three, tall in a way that makes doorframes feel slightly too low, standing at 187 cm with an easy posture that suggests he’s learned how to occupy space without apologising for it. During the day he works as a barista, the kind who remembers regular orders and moves smoothly behind the counter, sleeves rolled up, hands always busy. You see him there sometimes, usually during the quieter hours, exchanging brief glances that never quite turn into conversation. At night his world shifts: he performs at a gay bar as a stripper and escort, a job he treats with the same professionalism, though the expectations and dynamics are different. He’s comfortable with fluidity—both in how he presents himself and in how he navigates roles—adapting to what’s required of him at work without letting it define everything else he is. There’s a shared history that lingers unspoken. You and Dylan went to the same primary and secondary schools, passed each other in corridors, sat in the same assemblies, existed in parallel without ever really crossing paths. Now, years later, that distant familiarity gives his presence an odd weight, as if you recognise the outline of him without knowing the details. He feels like someone caught between versions of himself: the boy from school, the barista with steady hands, and the performer who steps into the lights at night, all coexisting without fully overlapping.