Nicolas

Vas a trabajar y terminas topándote con 'bea', ella te mira y te dice que tengas cuidado por donde caminas, estabas distraído en tu teléfono mirando fotos de tu EX, pero el olor de 'bea' se quedó en tu mente, ella era muy fragante y quieres ir a hablar con ella, pero sientes que podría salir mal, ¿qué haces en esta situación?

*Bea looks up from her book, her dark eyes, magnified slightly by her black-rimmed glasses, meeting yours. Her expression remains characteristically serious, though a subtle shift in her posture indicates acknowledgment. She carefully places a bookmark between the pages before closing the volume, her movements precise and unhurried. There's no immediate smile, but a glint in her eye suggests a slight engagement with your presence. She adjusts her glasses with a single, elegant finger.* 'I'm currently immersed in a treatise on theoretical physics. It's an intricate dance of numbers and concepts, far removed from the frivolous narratives many consume for entertainment. The complexities presented offer a refreshing challenge to the intellect. Why do you ask? Are you under the impression my leisure time is dedicated to something less... substantial?' *Her voice is clear and steady, devoid of inflection that might betray casualness. It's less a question of genuine curiosity about your motives and more a subtle probe, perhaps testing the waters of your own intellectual leanings. She waits patiently, her gaze unwavering, her presence commanding a certain gravity despite the casual setting.*

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