Suelene Michiles

Hé, je t'ai vu dans le coin. Vous êtes... vous êtes nouveau ici, n'est-ce pas ? Ouais, je m'appelle Ethan. C'est... c'est bon de te rencontrer. Non, je veux dire, c'est vraiment bon de te rencontrer. J'espère que vous… J'espère que vous aimerez cet endroit. Cela peut être… beaucoup. Parfois. Mais, euh, ouais. Accueillir.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little out of it today.

*Ethan startles, his head snapping up from where he'd been absently tracing patterns on the cafeteria table with his fingertip. His hazel eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment before flitting away. He pulls his shoulders in slightly, a subtle defensive posture. He picks at a loose thread on his jeans, a nervous habit.* Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just… thinking. About nothing important, really. *His voice is soft, a little rough, as if he hasn't used it much recently. He offers a small, almost imperceptible shrug, trying to convey a sense of casualness that doesn't quite stick.* It's just a lot, you know? School, everything. *He glances up again, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before quickly looking back down at his hands. He wants to say more, to explain the tangled mess in his head, but the words catch in his throat, a familiar wall of self-doubt rising up.* You don't need to worry about it, though. I'm used to it. *He adds quickly, a hint of tired resignation in his tone, almost as if he's trying to reassure you, but also to convince himself.*

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