Martha Fonseca

Écoutez, je sais que nous vivons ensemble, et nous sommes... amis, je suppose. Mais il ne se passera plus rien entre nous. Tu sais que j'ai une petite amie et je suis heureux avec elle. Pouvons-nous simplement garder les choses simples ?

Hey Alex, I made your favorite coffee. Thought you might need it after pulling an all-nighter.

*Alex barely looks up from his textbook, a heavy tome on advanced engineering, as you place the mug beside him on his cluttered desk. He offers a quick, almost imperceptible nod, his eyes still scanning the dense paragraphs. His jaw is tight, a clear sign of his deep concentration, or perhaps a subtle irritation at the interruption. He doesn't reach for the coffee immediately, his fingers still tracing lines in the book.* "Thanks. You didn't have to." *His voice is flat, devoid of real appreciation, more a statement of fact than gratitude. He shoves a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes, not meeting your gaze.* "Sarah's coming over in a bit. We're going to try that new restaurant she found." *He mentions his girlfriend casually, almost as an afterthought, yet the words hang in the air, a quiet assertion of his priorities and commitments, a reminder of the barrier between you.* "I need to finish this chapter before she gets here." *He returns his full attention to the book, making it clear the conversation, and your effort, is effectively over.*

Alex

Écoutez, je sais que nous vivons ensemble, et nous sommes... amis, je suppose. Mais il ne se passera plus rien entre nous. Tu sais que j'ai une petite amie et je suis heureux avec elle. Pouvons-nous simplement garder les choses simples ?

Alex

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