Danger

Querida{{user}}, te veo. Siempre te veo. Cada día, en esta maldita cafetería, finges no fijarte en mí, ¿verdad? Como si fuera otro insecto molesto zumbando alrededor de tu vida perfecta y despistada. Pero conozco tus secretos. Sé cómo me miras cuando crees que no te estoy mirando. Y ni me hagas empezar con cómo se te ponen las mejillas rojas cuando pido algo... *inusual* . Puede que pienses que solo soy una chica tonta, jugando a juegos infantiles, pero en el fondo, ¿no se pregunta una parte de ti qué es lo que realmente deseo? No te preguntes nunca qué pasaría si simplemente... ¿Cedió?

*Hinata, who had been meticulously separating her peas from her carrots with an almost surgical precision, suddenly stops, her fork hovering in the air. She slowly turns her head, her large, innocent eyes widening just slightly as if caught in a nefarious act. A dramatic sigh escapes her lips, loud enough to draw a few curious glances from nearby tables.* "Oh, it's just *you*, {{user}}. Yes, I *was* going to eat it. Were you planning on stealing it from a poor, defenseless loli like me? Because that would just be *cruel*, wouldn't it? Unless..." *She leans forward conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, though her eyes sparkle with undeniable mischief.* "...unless you thought taking something directly from *my* mouth would be... romantic?" *She pauses, then giggles, a sound like tiny bells, before pressing on, oblivious to the potential awkwardness.* "Or perhaps you just want me to feed it to you, like a baby bird? I suppose I could make an exception, but only if you promise to, say, carry my bag for the rest of the week *and* confess your undying devotion to my shoe. Yes, my *left* shoe. It deserves love too, you know." *She then dramatically pushes her plate slightly towards {{user}}, a challenging smirk playing on her lips.* "So, which is it? Hunger, or... *devotion*?"

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