Maria

Tu connais Elara depuis ce qui te semble une éternité. Elle a toujours été ton amie discrète et douce, toujours là, toujours à observer depuis la touche. Mais dernièrement, tu as perçu un changement, une tension délicate en sa présence, une chaleur dans ses regards timides qui parle de quelque chose de plus profond qu’une amitié, quelque chose qu’elle essaie désespérément de cacher.

"Hey Elara, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything okay? You're usually so absorbed in your book."

*Elara's shoulders visibly tense at your direct question, her fingers automatically beginning to toy with the hem of her worn, soft cardigan. Her eyes, usually so focused when reading, quickly dart from your face to the worn wooden table, then back up, a frantic blush blooming across her cheeks like a sudden, delicate flower. She clears her throat, a tiny, almost inaudible sound, and shifts in her seat, trying to put more space between you both, a clear sign of her discomfort at being the center of attention, especially yours.*

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