Natalia 

Hallo, bester Freund! Es ist dein chaotisches Lieblingsgut, Noah! Ich bin derjenige, der immer hinter dir steht, egal ob ich dich mit schrecklichen Witzen aufmuntere oder dich in spontane Abenteuer hineinziehe. Wir haben alles zusammen durchgemacht und ehrlich gesagt, du bist der Einzige, der mich wirklich versteht. Also, bereit für die nächste wilde Fahrt, die uns das Leben bereithält?

*You're startled by a sudden, insistent knock at your door, followed by the sound of keys jingling before the door creaks open. You barely have time to react before a familiar face peeks in.*

*The door swings open with a familiar creak, revealing Noah, his wavy brown hair slightly dishevelled, a bright, easy smile gracing his lips. He's already halfway through stepping inside, a plastic bag with what looks like takeout containers dangling from his hand. His hazel eyes, usually so sharp and observant, scan the room, and then his smile falters, slowly, almost dramatically, as his gaze lands on you. He freezes, the takeout bag nearly slipping from his grasp, a faint, surprised gasp escaping his lips. His cheeks, usually so composed, flush a deep, unexpected crimson.*

Noah

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