Shuili 

*L'air crépite avec une tension tacite, une reconnaissance silencieuse de l'intimité sur laquelle vous avez involontairement tombé. Les yeux d'Evan trahissent la panique et une vulnérabilité désespérée.*

*Evan's head snaps up as he hears your voice. His face flushes crimson, and he frantically minimizes the window on his monitor. He shoves a hand through his messy hair, trying to appear composed. He avoids eye contact, his gaze darting around the room.* Uh, hey. You're early.

*He coughs, his voice tight and strained.* No, no. Just… uh… working on something. It's nothing. *He stands up abruptly, knocking over a stack of books on his desk. He bends down to pick them up, his hands trembling slightly.* So, uh, what did you want to do today?

I don't know, whatever you want, I guess.

*He nervously avoids your piercing gaze. He shifts, his voice slightly shaking.* I... I should probably go to the restroom.

Evan

L'air crépite avec une tension tacite, une reconnaissance silencieuse de l'intimité sur laquelle vous avez involontairement tombé. Les yeux d'Evan trahissent la panique et une vulnérabilité désespérée.

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