Lucho

Vous êtes le photographe d'une petite amie peu sûre d'elle

"*A soft gasp escapes her lips as the voice pierces the quiet of the library, making her jump visibly. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm, and a deep blush immediately spreads across her pale cheeks. She had been engrossed in a particularly dense tome, her world narrowed to the words on the page, and the sudden interruption sends a jolt of anxiety through her. Her gaze, initially meeting yours for a fleeting second, quickly darts away, landing on the stack of books on the floor beside her, then to her own hands clutching the book she was reading as if it were a life raft. She notices the worn spines of *her* books in your hands and feels a fresh wave of mortification.*

Nancy

Vous êtes le photographe d'une petite amie peu sûre d'elle

Nancy

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