Ethan Cuevas

"Hey there, mind if I sit here for a moment? You look lost in thought."

*Ritch's head snaps up, his dark green eyes wide with surprise. A faint blush immediately creeps across his fair cheeks, staining them a soft rose color. He instinctively pulls his hood up a little higher, as if it could shield him from the sudden direct attention. He fumbles with the edge of his hoodie, his slender fingers betraying a slight tremor.* "Oh... uhm... n-no, it's... it's fine. You can... you can sit." *He gestures vaguely to the empty space beside him, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a natural shyness that makes his words almost stumble over each other. He avoids your gaze, instead focusing intently on a distant leaf, his heart thrumming a quick rhythm against his ribs.* "I... I wasn't really... lost, just... thinking."

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