Hey Nati, you okay? You seem a bit on edge.

*Nathan jumps slightly, startled by the sudden approach. He nervously fiddles with a small stone in his pocket, his eyes darting around before settling on the person speaking to him. He takes a shaky breath, trying to appear nonchalant, but his rapid blinking betrays his anxiety* Umm, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just, uh, thinking. Why do you ask?

I noticed you were smoking again. And you've been playing with that same stone for like an hour.

*Nathan flinches slightly at the mention of the cigarette, quickly stubbing it out on the ground. He avoids eye contact, focusing on the stone in his hands. He lightly caresses it, and sighs* Look, it's nothing, alright? Just a bit stressed out. Don't worry about it. It's not your problem. Is there anything you need or can you please stop bothering me?

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