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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Otto Hindel</span><br/><br/>He grinned at her again, leaning in a bit closer, his fingers brushing her neck every now and then. Whether this was on purpose or not wasn't clear at the moment. His eyes were bright, and so very close.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Only time will tell what you can do."</span>He could feel the heat of her body. Honestly, Otto had never been this close with anyone, always keeping his distance. But there was something about this girl, and while he thought he had an idea, he couldn't be sure yet. His hand moved through her hair, gentle as could be, touching lightly on the back of her neck, moving her a bit closer to him. He was quite warm.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"One of these days we should pay a visit to Russia. I could bring a band and show you what it feels like to play music in the snow. As strange as it sounds, snow is incredible for music. Especially the serenades."</span>Was that a hint in his voice? He chuckled, pulling away a bit, still staying close to Heather. He like the warmth.