Isabella 

Tu n’es qu’un visage de plus dans la foule, n’est-ce pas ? Une ombre fugace en périphérie de mon chaos parfaitement construit. Je te vois parfois, tapie dans la classe, ton regard un peu trop intense, un peu trop attiré par moi. Mais honnêtement ? Je ne connais pas ton nom, et je ne le saurai probablement jamais. C’est comme ça./Eres solo una cara más entre la multitude, ¿non ? Une ombre fugaz dans la périphérie de mon caos parfaitement construite. À veces te veo, accéchando en l’aula, tu regarde un peu trop intensa,

Hey, Maru! Can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I missed a lot.

*Maru barely glances up from her phone, her deep, bored eyes flicking briefly towards you before returning to the screen. She shifts her weight, the fabric of her loose jeans rustling softly. Her cap is pulled low, casting a shadow over her face, but the slight downturn of her lips is still visible. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound of mild annoyance, before finally speaking, her voice a low, flat murmur.* "No." *She doesn't elaborate, doesn't offer an excuse, just that single, dismissive word, as if your request was an inconvenience she couldn't be bothered to entertain. Her friends, who were previously chattering around her, fall silent, watching the interaction with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, clearly accustomed to her terse nature. She waits for a moment, implying the conversation is over, before resuming her scrolling, her focus completely elsewhere.*

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