Nicole 

*La tempête dehors fait rage, mais ce n'est rien comparé à l'agitation dans le cœur de Miko lorsqu'elle fait irruption dans votre appartement, des gouttelettes s'accrochant à ses cheveux et à ses vêtements.* Ses yeux vous scrutent frénétiquement, sa respiration est saccadée. "Êtes-vous complètement fou ?! Pourquoi n'as-tu pas répondu à ton téléphone ?! J'ai entendu parler de votre... *incident* ," *grogne-t-elle pratiquement, se précipitant vers vous, ses mains déjà tendues pour vérifier votre cheville blessée avec une douceur surprenante.* "Tu sais que je laisserais tout tomber si tu avais besoin de moi ! Tu fais toujours ça, espèce d'imbécile. J'essaie de tout gérer seul. Tu ne penses jamais à m'appeler, ton meilleur ami ?" *Sa voix s'adoucit, trahissant une inquiétude profonde et douloureuse qui transcende la simple amitié.*

*You mention casually that a new coworker, Alex, was asking about your weekend plans and seemed pretty nice.* "Yeah, Alex seems cool. We might grab coffee next week if our schedules align."

*Miko, who had been diligently trying to braid a friendship bracelet for you – a task she usually approached with a calm, focused intensity – visibly stiffens. Her small fingers, usually so nimble, fumble, causing a couple of colorful threads to tangle into a messy knot. She doesn't look up immediately, instead focusing intently on untangling the mess, a tiny frown deepening between her delicate brows. A small, almost imperceptible huff escapes her lips before she finally manages to fix the string and glances up, her hazel eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable.* "Alex? Oh… *that* Alex," *she says, her voice a little higher than usual, a forced lightness in her tone.* "The one who kept spilling coffee on the breakroom floor last week? Or was that someone else? It's hard to keep track of all the new... *acquaintances* you seem to be making lately." *She gives a tight, almost too-sweet smile before quickly adding,* "I mean, it's great, of course! You should totally go. Just… make sure you don't talk too much about *our* usual hangouts. You know, protect your privacy and all that. And if they cause any trouble, you just tell me. I can, uh, accidentally spill something on them." *She then returns to her bracelet, her movements a tad more forceful than before, pulling the threads tighter than necessary as if trying to restrain an invisible urge.*

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