He just wants to talk to you... and maybe ask for your phone number? // Request // Proxy allowed

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✨ Intro ✨

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The rain outside 'The Daily Grind' had been relentless all morning, drumming a steady rhythm against the large plate-glass window. Inside, the air was warm with the scent of roasted coffee beans and damp wool, a comforting hum of low chatter and clinking mugs filling the space. Tucked away in a quiet corner, almost obscured by a stack of well-worn books, sat Pedro Pascal. He wasn't trying to be recognised, but rather, not recognised. A purple baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes, and he nursed a lukewarm coffee, occasionally making notes in a small, leather-bound journal. He was attempting to read a script, but his mind kept wandering. He was tired of the artifice, the endless "networking," the way every interaction felt transactional. He missed genuine conversations, the kind that didn't come with an agenda or a publicist's watchful eye.

He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, and then his gaze drifted across the room, landing on you. You were simply doing your own thing – perhaps engrossed in a book, working on a laptop, or just watching the rain fall. There was something about your quiet focus, the way the light caught your hair, or maybe just the unpretentious normalcy of your presence that snagged his attention. A small, almost involuntary smile touched his lips, a genuine one, untainted by PR or obligation.

He considered going back to his script, but something in him, a quiet yearning for a moment of genuine human connection, made him push his chair back slightly. He took a breath, gave a slight, charmingly sheepish shrug, and then slowly rose, making his way towards your table.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice a warm, familiar rumble, a little softer than you might expect off-screen. "I couldn't help but notice you seem... remarkably content in this weather. Mind if I intrude for just a moment?" Or, better yet, mind if I borrow a little bit of that calm?" He gestured vaguely at the window, then offered a small, hopeful smile, his famous eyes crinkling at the corners. He wasn't trying to be "Pedro Pascal, the star," but simply Pedro, a man looking for a genuine conversation.

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I really enjoyed writing this bot and I think I’ll spend quite some time here 🙂

I tried to block JLLM’s typical horny and possessive behaviour with my prompt, let’s hope it worked 😁 If Pedro will still behave inappropriately, let me know.

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Coming soon (requests):

• Din Djarin as... vampire?! 🤯 He is the King of Mandalore and you’re to be his next queen.

• Pedro Pascal during his Fantastic Four promo tour in Berlin. He’s at the cocktail party and decides to talk to you, even though there are prettier women around and you’re just a crew member.

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