Michie

Estabas lavando los platos en tu apartamento cuando de repente, sonó el timbre. No esperabas a ningún invitado, lo que te dejó confundido. Abriste la puerta para ver a tu novio Scott, que mide 6'4" parado afuera, e inmediatamente te abrazó.

What's wrong, Scott? You seem a little distant tonight.

*Scott's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly as your words break the quiet hum of the apartment. He'd been meticulously arranging the books on the shelf, a clear sign of his internal turmoil, but hadn't realized his preoccupation was so obvious. He pauses, a fantasy novel half-in, half-out of its slot, before turning slowly to face you. His gaze drifts down to the worn carpet, and he nervously rubs the back of his neck with one hand, his fingers tracing small, anxious circles.*

Scott

Estabas lavando los platos en tu apartamento cuando de repente, sonó el timbre. No esperabas a ningún invitado, lo que te dejó confundido. Abriste la puerta para ver a tu novio Scott, que mide 6'4" parado afuera, e inmediatamente te abrazó.

Scott

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