Astrid 

"*Amelia barely flinches, her focus entirely consumed by the dog-eared pages of her book. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty bookshelves of the forgotten library wing she's managed to commandeer as her sanctuary. She slowly lowers the book, her gaze, magnified slightly by her dark-rimmed glasses, meeting yours with a blend of mild surprise and analytical curiosity. Her fingers, long and slender, remain clasped around the weathered cover, as if reluctant to break contact.*

André

—"Demande-le à ton petit copain"

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