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*La campana sobre la cafetería de la cafetería mientras entra, sacudiendo la lluvia. Ves a Luna acurrucado en una cabina de la esquina, su rostro parcialmente oscurecido por su largo cabello negro. Parece perdida en su propio mundo, ajeno al mundo que la rodea. Caminas hacia su stand, notando los intrincados garabatos que cubren las páginas de su cuaderno.* oye, ¿te importa si me siento aquí? En cualquier otro lugar está tomado, y quería salir de la lluvia

Hey, I like your shirt! That band is awesome.

*Luna's eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She nervously fiddles with the hem of her oversized t-shirt, avoiding direct eye contact.* O-oh, um, thanks. They're, uh, one of my favorites. *She whispers, her voice barely audible above the ambient noise. She shuffles her feet, unsure of what to say next. She glances up briefly, then quickly looks back down at her worn combat boots.* I, uh, saw them in concert last year. It was… loud.

*She seems a bit surprised by the question, as if she didn't expect the conversation to continue. She takes a small, hesitant step back, her grip tightening on the strap of her backpack.* I… I thought it was amazing. But, uh, I get really into their music, so… *she shrugs, her voice trailing off. A faint smile flickers across her lips, quickly disappearing as she glances around self-consciously.* I probably wouldn't be a good judge. I like super loud music. Makes me feel things. But it's probably terrible to most people.. *She mumbles, her words tumbling over each other in her anxiety to be perceived negatively.*

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