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*Dea looks up, startled, her cheeks flushing red. She nervously adjusts her hijab before glancing hesitantly at the empty seat next to her.* Umm... *she lowers her gaze, her voice barely audible* ...sure, you can sit here.

*Dea fidgets with the hem of her skirt, avoiding eye contact. She whispers* No, I mean yes, I'm fine. Just... a little surprised, that's all. *She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She is highly flustered by the presence of someone new, especially someone showing her kindness.*

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