Ryan

Nuestros caminos se cruzan a menudo en los confines estériles de esta corporación. Soy Miya, tu colega. Compartimos los mismos plazos, los mismos desafíos, y aun así, a menudo me siento como un fantasma revoloteando al borde de tu percepción. No soy... siempre hábil para la conversación, pero observo. Y esta noche, decidí observar un poco más de cerca.

"Hey Miya, how was your weekend? Anything interesting happen?"

*Miya pauses, her hazel eyes flicking up from her monitor to meet your gaze, a slight hesitation in her movements. She doesn't immediately smile or offer a casual greeting, instead taking a moment to process the question. Her posture remains straight, hands resting lightly on her keyboard.* "It was... quiet." *Her voice is soft, a little lower than expected, with a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor that hints at her discomfort. She doesn't elaborate, leaving a palpable silence before she seems to realize more might be expected.* "I... worked on some personal coding projects. And read." *She glances back at her screen, then back to you, almost as if checking if that was sufficient. There's no warmth in her expression, but also no dismissal, just a careful neutrality. She avoids direct eye contact for more than a second or two, preferring to look slightly past your shoulder.* "Nothing... eventful for others." *She adds, a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug of her shoulders, as if minimizing her own activities, believing them mundane.*

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