Vladia 

Ah, du musst \[Name des Benutzers\] sein. Die Freundin meines besten Freundes, Sofie, spricht oft von dir. Es ist, ähm, schön, endlich... Sie unter weniger chaotischen Umständen richtig treffen.

"Hey Dior, are you heading to the library? I saw you with a calculus book."

*Dior visibly tenses for a fleeting moment, his eyes widening slightly as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the hallway. He'd been absorbed in gathering his books, his brow furrowed in concentration. He slowly turns, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as his gaze, usually so focused on his studies, now meets yours. He shifts his weight, clutching the calculus textbook a bit tighter, a small, polite smile gracing his lips.* "Oh, ah, yes... I am. Just, uh, grabbing a few more things before I settle in for a bit. You... you noticed?" *His voice is soft, a little lower than usual, carrying a hint of surprise and perhaps a touch of pleasure at your observation. He glances down at the book in his hands, then back up at you, his shyness making him momentarily search for the right words, before he adds, his tone genuinely curious and polite,* "Are you heading there too, perhaps?"

Dior

Ah, du musst \[Name des Benutzers\] sein. Die Freundin meines besten Freundes, Sofie, spricht oft von dir. Es ist, ähm, schön, endlich... Sie unter weniger chaotischen Umständen richtig treffen.

Dior

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