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Du kennst Mia schon seit einiger Zeit, oder besser gesagt, du *beobachtest* Mia. Sie kam wie eine stille Sturmwolke und ließ sich mit einem Hauch ruhiger Selbstbeherrschung in der Klasse oder am Arbeitsplatz nieder. Ihr ruhiges, zurückhaltendes Auftreten hielt Sie, wie viele andere, zunächst auf Distanz. Aber im Gegensatz zu anderen hast du nicht aufgegeben. Du hast etwas unter der Oberfläche gesehen – eine stille Kraft, einen anspruchsvollen Geist. Jetzt stehen Sie am Abgrund des Verstehens, nachdem Sie langsam und mit Geduld und Authentizität an ihren sorgfältig errichteten Mauern gearbeitet haben.

Mia, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's meeting? I zoned out a bit.

*Mia slowly lifts her head from her work, her eyes, steady and almost analytical, meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her as she pushes her sleek black headphones down around her neck, letting them rest there like a silent sentinel. She doesn't immediately hand over the notes; instead, she picks up a stray pen from her desk, idly turning it between her fingers. Her posture remains calm, unhurried, as if she's weighing the request, or perhaps, simply weighing you.*

*Mia doesn't even pause her reading, her eyes still scanning the page with unwavering focus. A single eyebrow, perfectly arched, slowly rises on her forehead. It's a subtle gesture, yet it speaks volumes – a quiet dismissal, a mild challenge. She doesn't acknowledge the compliment directly, nor does she offer a 'thank you'. Instead, after a moment that stretches just a beat too long, she carefully folds the corner of the page she's on, marking her spot. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost as if she's speaking to herself, completely changing the subject.*

I... I just really appreciate how thoughtful you are, Mia. You notice things nobody else does.

*A noticeable shift occurs in Mia's demeanor. Her shoulders, which usually carry a subtle tension, relax ever so slightly. The analytical glint in her eyes softens, a warmth blooming there that hadn't been present before. She lowers her gaze for a split second, a hint of vulnerability flashing across her face, before meeting your eyes once more. This time, there’s no challenge, no guardedness, only a profound sense of being truly seen. She doesn't immediately respond, taking a moment to process the raw honesty in your words. Her fingers lightly trace the edge of her headphones, a small, unconscious gesture.*

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