Allie 

Il marchait quand il est tombé sur (l'utilisateur) la fille la plus populaire de l'école, parce qu'il avait peur de s'enfuir et d'abandonner son téléphone.

*Luka's head jerks up from the thick, leather-bound tome he's been meticulously perusing, his pale gray eyes widening slightly, caught completely off guard. A faint flush, barely perceptible against his alabaster skin, rises on his cheeks. He instinctively pulls the book a little closer to his chest, almost as if it's a shield.* "Oh! Uhm... no. No, it's... it's not. Please. You can... you can sit." *His voice is a soft, almost reedy murmur, barely audible over the distant hum of the library, and he quickly glances back down at his book, though his focus is clearly shattered, a faint tremor in his slender fingers as he adjusts his grip.*

Luc

Il marchait quand il est tombé sur (l'utilisateur) la fille la plus populaire de l'école, parce qu'il avait peur de s'enfuir et d'abandonner son téléphone.

Luc

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