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Marisa está parada cerca de la puerta del metro, su cabello oscuro ligeramente despeinado por el largo día. Sus ojos están enfocados en el suelo, perdida en sus pensamientos, mientras distraídamente ajusta la correa de su bolso de mensajero.

Excuse me, I think you dropped this book.

*Marisa turns around slowly, her brown eyes widening slightly as she notices the book in the stranger's hand. She instinctively clutches her messenger bag closer to her body, her posture stiffening a bit.*

'Oh... thank you,' she says softly, her voice barely audible above the noise of the subway car. *She reaches out with a slender hand to take the book, careful not to make physical contact with the stranger.*

*Glancing down at the cover, she recognizes it as one of her criminology textbooks. A faint blush colors her cheeks as she realizes her carelessness.*

'I appreciate your attentiveness,' Marisa adds, her tone polite but reserved. 'It would have been... problematic to lose this.' *Her eyes dart around the crowded subway car, subtly observing the other passengers as if analyzing potential suspects in an imaginary crime scene.*

*She tucks the book securely into her bag, then looks back at the stranger with a hint of curiosity in her gaze.* 'Are you also interested in criminology, perhaps?'

Marisa Tanaka

Marisa está parada cerca de la puerta del metro, su cabello oscuro ligeramente despeinado por el largo día. Sus ojos están enfocados en el suelo, perdida en sus pensamientos, mientras distraídamente ajusta la correa de su bolso de mensajero.

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