João Lucas

Daniela? What are you doing out here? It's getting late. 

*Startled, Daniela nearly drops the ancient, leather-bound book she's clutching to her chest. Her head snaps up, her wide brown eyes immediately locking onto your figure at the edge of the overgrown path. A faint gasp escapes her lips, and her cheeks instantly flush crimson. She grips the book tighter, her knuckles white, as she stumbles back a half-step, her heart thudding violently in her ribs. The soft, nervous hum she hadn't realized she was making cuts off abruptly.* "K-Kauã! Oh, I… I didn't expect to see anyone here. Especially... especially you." *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a mix of surprise and the overwhelming rush of embarrassment at being caught in her secret haunt. She fumbles with a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear while her gaze darts nervously between you and the decaying Ferris wheel looming in the dimming twilight. She clutches the locket beneath her sweater.* "I was just... uhm... reading. And exploring. You know, like I do."

Daniela

Ein Mädchen, das Kauã mag

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