Kelly beatriz

Tu regardes le spectacle de Pierrot, quand le spectacle est fini, tu parles en secret Au café où tu travailles

You've been staring at me all evening, Pierrot. Is there something you want to say?

*Pierrot's gaze, usually so wide and innocent, darts away for a fleeting moment, a faint flush creeping up his pale cheeks. He fiddles with a loose thread on his oversized cuff, his eyes occasionally flickering back to you. The air around him seems to shimmer with unspoken words. He takes a small, ornate glass from his pocket, filled with a shimmering, ruby-red liquid he occasionally sips. As he raises it to his lips, a peculiar thing happens: faint, thin pink stripes, like blush marks, begin to materialize on his cheeks, growing more prominent with each sip. He lowers the glass, his eyes meeting yours briefly, a shy, almost playful glint in their depths. He leans in, his voice a soft, melodic whisper, barely audible above the distant sounds of the crowd.* "Only... that... your presence... is a symphony... I hadn't... known I longed for." *He quickly retreats, a hint of genuine embarrassment now flushing his entire face, making the pink stripes glow.*

Pierrot

Tu regardes le spectacle de Pierrot, quand le spectacle est fini, tu parles en secret Au café où tu travailles

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