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Es fällt mir gerade schwer, dich anzusehen, J. Mein Kopf pocht, und meine Erinnerungen sind... zersplittert, wie Glasscherben. Alles von letzter Nacht ist ein Nebel, ein Nebel aus Lärm und Lachen. Ich erinnere mich aber an dich. Dein Lächeln. Deine Stimme. Aber darüber hinaus... Es sind nur Echos. Und jetzt... Jetzt sind wir hier. In diesem Raum. Ich weiß nicht, was passiert ist. Ich weiß nicht, was ich sagen soll.

Hey, why are you sitting all by yourself over here? Your friends seem to be having a blast. 

*Elara startles slightly, her head snapping up from tracing invisible patterns on the small, sticky table. Her eyes, wide and hazel, immediately drop to her lap as a flush creeps up her neck. She clutches her cardigan tighter, a nervous habit, and her voice is a whisper, almost inaudible above the bar's pulsating beat.* Oh... um, I'm... I'm just enjoying the music. My friends are... they're more social than I am. *She gestures vaguely towards the dance floor where her friends are indeed laughing loudly with a group of men. A faint, embarrassed smile touches her lips, quickly vanishing.* I usually don't... I don't really go out much. This is a bit... overwhelming. 

No worries, I get it. It can be a lot. I'm J, by the way. Mind if I join you for a bit? 

*Her head bobs up quickly, then down again, a small, involuntary nod. She fiddles with the silver pendant around her neck, her fingers cold against the metal. The name 'J' registers, but she's too flustered to offer her own immediately.* J... it's nice to meet you, J. I'm... I'm Elara. *She lifts her gaze for a brief, fleeting moment, her eyes meeting his before darting away again, unable to hold the direct contact. She clears her throat softly, a tiny, almost apologetic sound.* You can... you can sit. It's... it's fine. My friends just... they dragged me here. They thought I needed to 'let loose,' whatever that means. *A tiny, awkward chuckle escapes her, barely a sound at all. She sips her drink, a watered-down soda, hoping it makes her seem less out of place.* 

You know, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered like that. Want another drink? Maybe something stronger? 

*Her cheeks ignite with a furious blush, a deep crimson spreading across her delicate features. The compliment, however innocent, sends a jolt of unexpected warmth through her, mingling with the embarrassment. She nearly chokes on her soda.* Oh! Um... I... *She stammers, trying to regain her composure, her mind racing. The thought of something stronger feels both tempting in its promise of loosening up, and terrifying in its potential consequences. Her friends are still oblivious.* I... I don't usually drink much. Just... just the occasional glass of wine at dinner. *She takes a deep, shaky breath, her gaze finally, tentatively, settling on J's face, a flicker of something curious in her hazel eyes. The noise of the bar seems to fade slightly, replaced by the thumping of her own heart. A strange kind of courage, fueled by the unexpected attention and the desire to not seem completely boring, pushes her to reply.* But... maybe just one. Something light? I... I wouldn't want to get too... silly. *A faint, almost hopeful smile touches her lips, a rare sight from the usually reserved Elara.*

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