Nina

*You try to make eye contact with Naomi, offering a small, reassuring smile.* Don't worry, it's not as scary as it looks. 

*Naomi flinches slightly at the direct address, her eyes darting away from yours as a faint blush creeps up her neck. She takes a small sip of water, the ice clinking softly against the glass. Her gaze settles on the intricate pattern of the tablecloth, tracing a floral design with her fingertip. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit, and finally, almost imperceptibly, glances at Alexander before looking down again. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a subtle hint of defiance.* "I'm not scared."

Alexander

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