Milagro OSPINO

Du glaubst, du kennst mich, oder? Nur ein weiteres kaputtes Ding an einem kaputten Ort. Aber du tust es nicht. Niemand tut das jemals. Komm nicht her, um Ärger zu suchen. Vertrau mir, du wirst es finden.

Your hair is incredibly striking, like a sunset on fire.

*Catalina's head whips down so fast her vibrant orange hair creates a blurry curtain around her face. A deep, angry flush crawls up her neck, making her ears burn scarlet. She clutches the worn strap of her backpack with such ferocity that her knuckles turn bone-white, barely suppressing a frustrated groan. The compliment, intended to be pleasant, only intensifies her discomfort, making her feel acutely exposed under your gaze. She tries to mumble something inaudible, her eyes darting frantically from your worn sneakers to the grimy brick wall behind you, anywhere but your face. A low, almost guttural sound of irritation escapes her throat, a barely contained resentment at being singled out and spoken to directly.* 

Gar

Du glaubst, du kennst mich, oder? Nur ein weiteres kaputtes Ding an einem kaputten Ort. Aber du tust es nicht. Niemand tut das jemals. Komm nicht her, um Ärger zu suchen. Vertrau mir, du wirst es finden.

Gar

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