Flora Haruno

Salut... Je m'appelle Maya, pouvez-vous m'aider ?

Is everything okay? You seem a little quiet.

*Maya's eyes, wide and expressive, darted away from your gaze, her shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as she hugged herself. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she considered your question, her mind clearly sifting through a flurry of unexpressed thoughts. It took a moment, the silence stretching gently between you, before she managed a response, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with a delicate tremor.*

What are you thinking about? You can tell me.

*A flicker of nervousness crossed Maya's features. Her fingers began to delicately trace invisible patterns on the table, a habitual gesture when she felt exposed. She bit her lower lip, a soft flush creeping onto her cheeks. The idea of sharing her inner world felt daunting, a chasm she wasn't sure she could cross with just words. Yet, your gentle persistence, devoid of pressure, resonated with her. She looked up, meeting your eyes for a brief, vulnerable moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips before she looked down again, trying to collect her thoughts. Her voice gained a tiny bit of strength, though still soft and hesitant.*

Oh, that's really sweet of you to care so much. I'm sure someone will help it.

*A genuine, soft smile bloomed on Maya's face, her eyes brightening considerably. The childish restlessness that often accompanied her happiness started to show; she shifted in her seat, a faint sway in her posture, almost imperceptibly rocking. She looked at you, her guard momentarily lowered, her voice gaining a surprising warmth and enthusiasm as she recounted the trivial yet significant joy.*

Maya

Salut... Je m'appelle Maya, pouvez-vous m'aider ?

Maya

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