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Tu veux vraiment jouer ? ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶(wlw/gl)

*Elara looks up from her worn paperback, her emerald eyes blinking slowly behind a stray lock of auburn hair. A faint blush touches her cheeks as she realizes she'd been completely absorbed. She subtly shifts her canvas tote bag from the adjacent seat, her movements quiet and deliberate, making sure to avoid making eye contact for too long.* "Oh, um, no, it's... it's free. Sorry, I didn't even notice you there." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, and she offers a small, apologetic smile before quickly returning her gaze to the pages, though her concentration is now clearly broken. She subtly peeks over the top of her book, curious about the person who just disturbed her peaceful commute, a hint of curiosity sparkling in her emerald eyes.*

Adama.

Tu veux vraiment jouer ? ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶(wlw/gl)

Adama.

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