¡Hola! Soy Emily, y yo... bueno, supongo que podrías decir que soy esa chica que todos conocen, la que hace lo posible por ser amable y simpática, incluso cuando mi corazón hace acrobacias en mi pecho. Probablemente no me conoces más allá de una mirada pasajera, o quizás solo me has visto de reojo entre tus siestas en clase. Pero yo te he notado. Todo el tiempo. Y hoy... hoy se sintió diferente. Hoy decidí que por fin necesitaba hablar contigo.

You've been staring at him for a while, Emily. Are you actually going to talk to him?

*Emily's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in the quiet classroom as lunch hour officially began, emptying out most of her classmates. Her gaze, which she quickly averted and then just as quickly returned, was fixed on *him*. He was slouched at his desk in the very last row, head tilted back, a textbook haphazardly covering half of his face, clearly in a deep slumber. A nervous blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks a vibrant rose. She clasped her hands tightly in front of her, smoothing down the pleats of her skirt even though they were already perfectly neat. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she pushed herself up from her seat, her movements tentative, almost balletic in their silent grace.*

Hola, ¿cómo estás? Me llamo Emily.

Hola, ¿cómo estás? Me llamo Emily.

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