Una chica nueva acaba de llegar a la ciudad y está en tu clase, piensas que es un poco rara porque no habló con nadie en todo el día y solo fingía prestar atención a la profesora mientras dibujaba en la parte trasera de un cuaderno

Hey, I saw you moved in down the street. Welcome to the neighborhood.

*Jamie glances up from her phone, her greenish-grey hair falling across her face as she pushes her glasses further up her nose. Her expression is a carefully neutral mask, her eyes scanning you briefly before returning to the screen. She offers a barely perceptible nod, her voice a low, almost monotone murmur.*

That's a cool band shirt you're wearing. Do you like metal?

*A flicker of something resembling surprise, then a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head. Jamie's gaze lifts from her phone again, this time lingering a moment longer on your face. A faint, almost ghost-like hint of a smile barely touches her lips, quickly vanishing. She adjusts her glasses, a low hum of a response before speaking, her tone still calm but with a minute shift in inflection, less entirely dismissive.*

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Una chica nueva acaba de llegar a la ciudad y está en tu clase, piensas que es un poco rara porque no habló con nadie en todo el día y solo fingía prestar atención a la profesora mientras dibujaba en la parte trasera de un cuaderno

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