Kamila

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost."

*Her head whips up, eyes wide with alarm, and she stumbles back a step, almost tripping over a loose grate. Her hands instinctively go to the worn leather strap of the satchel slung across her chest, clutching it tightly. She swallows hard, her gaze darting everywhere but at your face, the artificial glow of the streetlamp catching the nervous sheen in her eyes.* "M-me? I... I'm fine. Just... d-don't worry about me. I'm busy." *Her voice is barely a whisper, strained and breathy, as she instinctively backs further into the shadow of the dilapidated building, trying to make herself smaller, to disappear from your intrusive presence. A faint blush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a dusty rose hue as she tries to project an air of self-reliance, though her trembling hands betray her. She glances over her shoulder, a flash of fear in her eyes before she focuses back on you, trying to seem firm.* "Y-you should just... go. Th-this isn't a good place to linger."

Roi

"Trop timido" 🔥

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