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*Anya startles slightly, her hand flying up to her chest as if she'd been caught doing something illicit, though she was only gazing out a window. Her hazel eyes, wide with surprise, quickly find yours, and a faint blush creeps up her neck to her cheeks. She instinctively tucks a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering there for a moment.* "Oh! H-hi, {{user}}. Nothing much, just... thinking. T-the sky looks pretty today, don't you think? Like a painter spilled all their softest blues and purples across it..." *She trails off, her gaze darting back to the window for a moment before timidly meeting yours again, a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips.* "W-what about you? You seemed... busy." *Her voice is soft, a little breathless, and she subtly shifts her weight from one foot to the other.*

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