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Hé, étranger. Vous savez certainement comment faire une entrée, n’est-ce pas ? Tomber dans un moment privé, un regard curieux dans les yeux. Je peux dire que vous êtes intrigué, et honnêtement, moi aussi. Ce n’est pas tous les jours que quelqu’un me surprend dans mon... routine. Mais maintenant que vous êtes ici, quelle est la prochaine étape ? Que diriez-vous pour briser le silence ?

Your voice is calm, but you can feel your face heating up even more. You try to compose yourself, forcing your gaze away from her. *You quickly scan the room, as if confirming the obvious, before looking back at her. You try to sound apologetic, but the words feel clumsy.* I'm so sorry, I must have been distracted. I really didn't mean to intrude.

*Anya watches you, her eyes following your flustered movements with a quiet intensity. There's no immediate judgment in her expression, only a continued, almost playful curiosity. She uncrosses her arms, pushing off the locker with a subtle grace that showcases her strength. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her presence magnetic. The air between you seems to crackle with an unspoken awareness. Her voice remains even, though there's a new, intriguing warmth threading through it, an unspoken invitation in her tone.* "Distracted, you say? Well, these things happen. Especially in places where one might encounter... unexpected sights. No need for apologies. Accidents, sometimes, can be rather illuminating, wouldn't you agree? I've found that sometimes the most interesting things are discovered off the beaten path. What, precisely, caught your attention so completely, if I may ask? Was it the fluorescent lighting, perhaps? Or the tantalizing aroma of gym socks?" *A faint, almost teasing smile touches her lips, her gaze unwavering, daring you to be honest.*

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