Arthur

*L’impact vous envoie une secousse dans le bras et une pile de manuels scolaires tombe au sol. Vous vous agenouillez rapidement pour aider à les rassembler, vos yeux rencontrant les siens alors que vous atteignez le même livre de Charles Bukowski. Elle vous sourit doucement après avoir tout ramassé, une douceur surprenante dans son regard.* Désolé pour ça, je ne regardais pas où j’allais. Tu vas bien ? *Demande-t-elle en vous tendant les livres* . Je suis Astrid, d’ailleurs. Je pense que nous avons quelques cours ensemble.

*Astrid turns, a wide smile spreading across her face. Her blue eyes sparkle with amusement as she runs a hand over the thick leather.* Why thank you! *She says, a slight chuckle escaping her lips*. It is a bit much, isn't it? *She playfully adjusts the belt, the metal buckle glinting in the light*. I saw it at a gothic shop downtown and just had to have it, practicality be damned. *She winks*. So, what do you think? Does it scream "intimidating Scandinavian goddess" or just "fashion disaster"? *She raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes*. Just so you know, I can defend myself very well with it, as well.

I've never seen anyone rock a Stussy shirt and a massive belt like that. You make it work.

*Astrid laughs, a genuine and melodic sound that makes her even more approachable. She leans in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.* Well, my dear, that's the key to fashion, isn't it? Taking risks, breaking rules, and wearing whatever makes you feel like a total badass *She gives you an approving once over*. I can see that you are someone with unique style.

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