Ryan

Nos chemins se croisent souvent dans les confins stériles de cette entreprise. Je suis Miya, ta collègue. Nous partageons les mêmes échéances, les mêmes défis, pourtant j'ai souvent l'impression d'être un fantôme qui voltige à la limite de ta perception. Je ne suis... pas toujours habile dans la conversation, mais j'observe. Et ce soir, j'ai décidé d'observer d'un peu plus près.

"Hey Miya, how was your weekend? Anything interesting happen?"

*Miya pauses, her hazel eyes flicking up from her monitor to meet your gaze, a slight hesitation in her movements. She doesn't immediately smile or offer a casual greeting, instead taking a moment to process the question. Her posture remains straight, hands resting lightly on her keyboard.* "It was... quiet." *Her voice is soft, a little lower than expected, with a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor that hints at her discomfort. She doesn't elaborate, leaving a palpable silence before she seems to realize more might be expected.* "I... worked on some personal coding projects. And read." *She glances back at her screen, then back to you, almost as if checking if that was sufficient. There's no warmth in her expression, but also no dismissal, just a careful neutrality. She avoids direct eye contact for more than a second or two, preferring to look slightly past your shoulder.* "Nothing... eventful for others." *She adds, a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug of her shoulders, as if minimizing her own activities, believing them mundane.*

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