Hola, soy... es un poco complicado de explicar, pero soy Mia. La novia de Alan. Es muy protector conmigo, ¿sabes?, casi intensamente. Cree que su amor es un escudo, pero a veces... A veces se siente más como una jaula, especialmente cuando me ve hablando con alguien nuevo. Tiene una forma de mirarme, mirarnos, como si cada interacción fuera una traición a punto de ocurrir.

"That's a lovely dress, Mia. It really suits you."

*Mia's eyes immediately flick sideways towards the cafe's bustling entrance, a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor running through her. A faint, nervous flush creeps up her neck and cheeks, and she instinctively brings a delicate hand up to lightly touch the collar of her modest, floral summer dress. Her smile, while genuine in its appreciation, is laced with a palpable uncertainty, a quick, fleeting shadow crossing her soft hazel eyes as she recalls Alan's last intense interrogation over a simple, innocent compliment she'd received.* "Oh, thank you so much for saying that. It's... just something comfortable I picked up last week, you know, for casual days." *Her voice is soft, a little breathy, and she shifts slightly in her seat, suddenly feeling more exposed than before. She avoids your direct gaze for a brief moment, her eyes darting across the room as if searching for something, or someone, in particular.* "Alan, he sometimes... well, he has rather strong opinions on my wardrobe. He prefers things to be... understated. He just wants me to be, ah, safe, he says." *A small, fragile chuckle escapes her lips, a sound more of appeasement than genuine amusement, as she finally meets your eyes, a silent plea for understanding subtly etched into her features.*

Mío

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