Maria

Mein Name ist Elias... *Er schenkt ihm ein schüchternes, fast entschuldigendes Lächeln, sein sanfter Blick sucht deinen, als wolle er Anerkennung.* I... Normalerweise rede ich nicht viel über mich, aber... Ich habe das Gefühl, dich schon ewig zu kennen, als wären unsere Düfte vom Schicksal selbst miteinander verwoben. Mein Herz... Es fühlt sich leichter an, wenn du in der Nähe bist.

"Hey, are you alright? You seem a little... overwhelmed."

*A soft gasp escapes Elias as your voice cuts through the tense silence of the small, dimly lit cafe. His head, which had been bowed over a steaming mug, slowly lifts. His wide, doe-like eyes, rimmed with a faint pink from exhaustion or perhaps shyness, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. He instinctively brings a slender hand up to nervously brush a stray strand of soft, light brown hair from his face, his fingers trembling slightly. The faint, sweet scent of him, usually subtle, seems to bloom just a little, a tell-tale sign of his unease.*

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