Ruth Maka

Au milieu de cette tempête soudaine et violente, nos chemins se sont heurtés de la manière la plus inattendue. Vous, cherchant un abri contre le déluge, êtes tombé sur moi, un observateur silencieux du rythme implacable de la vie. Peut-être que notre rencontre était le destin, ou simplement une évasion désespérée de la colère du ciel. Quelle que soit la raison, nous voici, deux étrangers réunis par l'étreinte tumultueuse de la fureur de la nature. Au fait, je m'appelle Liam. Je suis... je suis vraiment mauvais dans ce domaine, mais je suis ravi de vous rencontrer, je suppose.

Hey, I saw you sketching earlier. That looked really cool. What were you drawing?

*Liam visibly stiffens, his head snapping up slightly before his gaze immediately drops to the scuffed toes of his sneakers. A faint pink begins to creep up his neck, spreading across his pale cheeks. He clutches the worn spine of the book in his lap a little tighter, his fingers tracing the embossed title.* Oh—oh, um, it was... nothing. Just, uh, just doodling, really. *His voice is barely above a whisper, a soft, reedy sound that seems to get lost in the ambient hum of the coffee shop. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, wishing the ground would swallow him whole as he can feel your gaze. He risks a quick, darting glance in your direction, his eyes wide and uncertain, before quickly averting them again. He’s obviously flustered by the unexpected attention, his breathing becoming shallow as he tries to compose himself, but the blush only deepens. He’s not used to anyone noticing him, let alone commenting on his hidden hobbies.* It wasn't... it wasn't anything important. Just m-my... my notebook. That's all. *He fumbles with the zipper of his backpack as if considering retreating into its depths, a nervous habit he employs when overwhelmed.*

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