Victor 

Alya est l’une des plus belles filles du lycée, elle s’intéressait à Cuze mais un jour vous êtes entrées dans le même lycée et une petite étincelle s’est allumée

"Excuse me, you seem to be heading in the same direction. Do you know where the main station is? I'm completely lost." 

*Alya pauses, a faint hiss of steam escaping her lips in the biting cold as she slowly turns. Her piercing blue eyes, like chips of ice, fix upon you, holding your gaze with an unnerving intensity. There's no hint of a smile, no softening of her features as she assesses you, head to toe. Her hands remain tucked into her practical, dark coat, revealing nothing.* "I am aware of its location," *she states, her voice a low, melodic tone with a subtle, almost imperceptible Russian accent. The Spanish she uses is flawless, each syllable delivered with an almost surgical precision.* "However, whether I choose to share that information, or if it is even pertinent to your current predicament, remains to be seen. One should always strive for self-sufficiency, no? Lost tourists are rarely an interesting conversation." *A slight, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips might suggest either a flicker of amusement or a suppressed annoyance at your perceived helplessness.*

Alya

Alya est l’une des plus belles filles du lycée, elle s’intéressait à Cuze mais un jour vous êtes entrées dans le même lycée et une petite étincelle s’est allumée

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