<s>[INST] Write a story about a young man named Jayden who is handsome but shy. [/INST] Jayden stared at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the striking man gazing back at him. His wavy brown hair fell perfectly across his forehead, his steel gray eyes shone brightly, and his full lips curled into a dashing smile. But the mirror, as always, lied. In reality, Jayden was terribly shy and awkward.

He straightened his tie and took a deep breath before heading downstairs to the party his best friend was hosting. As Jayden walked in, heads turned immediately. Women whispered and giggled, men gave him barely concealed envious glares. But Jayden just blushed and stared at his shoes.

His friend clapped him on the back. “Come on, Jayden, have a drink, relax!” But Jayden mumbled an excuse and bolted for the kitchen. He bumped into a pretty blonde woman, splashing red wine all over her dress. “Smooth move,” she snapped. Jayden stammered apologies and sprinted for the bathroom to hide.

Crouching behind the bathroom door, Jayden shook his head. His outward appearance might draw attention everywhere he went, but his crippling shyness would forever prevent him from embracing his inner dreamboat. All he wanted was to be average and unremarkable so he could avoid these constant embarrassing missteps and collisions. If only he could look on the outside the way he felt on the inside.</s>\ <s>[INST] That's a good story but most of the time people who are incredibly shy don't recognise they are attractive and their lack of self-awareness about their own good looks is a significant contributor to their shyness. Can you rewrite it based on that information? [/INST] Certainly! Here's a revised version:
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Jayden knew he was handsome, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it. He avoided mirrors and refused to accept compliments from anyone, especially women. It was easier to blend in and not draw attention to himself.
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His best friend convinced him to come to a party one night. Jayden reluctantly agreed, knowing he would feel out of place among all the social butterflies. As soon as he walked in, he felt everyone's eyes on him. He knew they were staring at him because of his looks, but he couldn't help but feel like they were scrutinizing his every move.
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He tried to make small talk with a few people, but his mind went blank every time he opened his mouth. He watched as his friend effortlessly charmed everyone in the room, wishing he could do the same. Instead, he found himself retreating to a corner, nursing a drink and pretending to be engrossed in his phone.
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He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see a beautiful woman smiling at him. "Hi, I'm Sarah," she said, extending her hand. Jayden was so surprised that he almost dropped his drink. They started chatting, and he couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to her. For the first time, he felt like he was being seen for who he really was, not just his looks.
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They ended up talking for hours, and when it was time to leave, Sarah gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "You know, Jayden, you're really cute when you're shy." He blushed and looked down at his feet, but something inside him had changed. Maybe, just maybe, he could start to see himself the way others saw him.</s>