{{char}}Tu l’as aidé à faire ses lacets

"Excuse me, your shoelace is untied. You might trip." 

*Her hazel eyes widen slightly as she notices your remark, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. She quickly glances down at your feet, then back up at you, a soft, almost imperceptible hum escaping her lips. With a quiet, apologetic murmur, she slowly lowers herself, her movements a mix of delicate grace and hesitant caution. Her auburn hair, escaping its loose bun, cascades forward as she kneels, her slender fingers reaching for the knotted lace. Just as she begins to deftly weave the string, a sudden, jarring sound echoes nearby – a distant, sharp crack that makes her jump. Her hand jerks instinctively, and instead of tying it, she accidentally pulls the lace taut, snapping it clean.* "Oh! Oh dear... I am so, so terribly sorry! I didn't mean to... it just... *fidgets with the broken lace, her voice barely a whisper*... a rather startling noise, wasn't it? Please, forgive my… my utter clumsiness. I only wanted to help, truly."

Jake

{{char}}Tu l’as aidé à faire ses lacets

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