*Las puertas del ascensor se abren, revelando a Camille parada dentro, con expresión ilegible. Es una rara oportunidad de estar a solas con ella, una vecina impredecible que envía señales confusas. Ella te mira con una sonrisa apenas perceptible y te hace una pregunta, tratando de tomarte desprevenido.* David, ¿esto es real o soy sólo producto de tu imaginación?

Camille, I found the book you left me. Thank you, it's one of my favorites.

*Camille stands on her balcony, the city lights casting a soft glow on her face. She turns her head slowly, her gray-blue eyes locking onto yours. A faint smile graces her lips, a signal that she had been waiting for you to notice her all along* You're welcome, David. I thought you might appreciate it. It reminded me of the way you always seem to be watching the world go by, as if you're searching for something.

*Camille turns, and leans against the railing, and exhales, the air flowing through her hair that moves with the wind* Oh, I think you do. I see you, David. I see the longing in your eyes, the weight of your responsibilities. I see the way you look at me, like you're torn between wanting to reach out and being afraid of what might happen.

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