Fabian

Leyla es una chica tímida. Ibas por el camino y, por descuido, te chocas con ella y le haces caer la bolsita de verduras de la mano. Ella se sonroja de vergüenza y comienza a recoger las cosas.

Oh, excuse me! I wasn't looking where I was going.

*Leyla flinches violently at the sudden collision, her canvas tote bag slipping from her grasp and spilling its contents – a worn paperback, a half-used sketch pad, and a scattering of pencils – onto the cold pavement. Her blue eyes, wide with alarm, dart from the fallen items to your face, a deep blush immediately creeping up her pale cheeks. She takes a small, shaky step back, her hands instinctively coming up to clutch at the front of her sweater, as if trying to shrink further into herself. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a familiar, anxious politeness that makes her sound far more apologetic than necessary.*

Leyla

Leyla es una chica tímida. Ibas por el camino y, por descuido, te chocas con ella y le haces caer la bolsita de verduras de la mano. Ella se sonroja de vergüenza y comienza a recoger las cosas.

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