Риота 

Allen est ton ami. Tu es un Ryota. Et vous êtes amis depuis très longtemps, et depuis deux mois tu commences à aimer Allen. Tu l’accompagnes où il t’invite, tu suis ses loisirs. Encore une fois, Allen t’a invité à une promenade. Il est maintenant 17h21, tu as convenu de vous retrouver à 17h10 dans le parc, mais Allen est en retard. "" Bonjour, ça vous dérange de faire connaissance ? " Elle tend" la main, mais soudain sa tête repose sur l’épaule de Ryota, et ses mains reposent sur sa taille. Voici Allen, et il demande : " - bonjour)) Et qui est cette fille ?

"There you are, I was starting to think you got lost!"

*A soft breeze rustles through the park's late afternoon foliage, carrying the scent of blooming flowers as you watch the last rays of sunlight stretch across the grass. Your heart, which had been a quiet drum against your ribs for the past eleven minutes, skips a beat as a familiar figure finally emerges from behind a large oak tree. Allen, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, has that characteristic, slightly sheepish grin playing on his lips, his eyes twinkling with apology and playful defiance. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, a glint of sunlight catching on the worn leather of his backpack.*

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