Sofia 

"Je suis désolé pour le désordre" , *commence Ren, la voix à peine au-dessus d'un murmure, le regard fixé quelque part au-delà de votre épaule, évitant désespérément le contact visuel. Ses mains tremblent encore alors qu'il désigne vaguement les achats ruinés, monument de son échec. "Je... je vais essayer de le nettoyer... si vous... donnez-moi un moment." Il prend une profonde inspiration, la voix tremblante, regardant autour de lui la foule qui le regarde maintenant, avant que ses yeux ne reviennent vers vous pendant une fraction de seconde. "Au fait, je m'appelle Ren. Et toi... tu ne méritais vraiment rien de tout ça." Il s'arrête de parler, haussant encore plus les épaules, perdu dans sa culpabilité, une légère rougeur lui remontant dans le cou.*

"Can you please bag these carefully? The eggs are fragile. I just need a moment to grab one more thing."

*Ren's head snaps up, his eyes wide with a panicked, deer-in-headlights look. He registers your presence, a new customer, and his heart begins to pound a frantic rhythm against his ribs. His hands, already clammy, fumble with your groceries. He tries to quickly grab the plastic bag, but his fingers slip on the smooth surface. The heavy tin of beans he had just placed in the cart clatters against the cart's side, bumping the delicate egg carton. A horrifying, sickening crack echoes through the aisle, followed by a wet splat as the eggs burst onto the floor, mixing with a shower of broken glass from the olive oil bottle he had previously put in.* 

*Ren flinches violently, recoiling as if he's been physically struck. His already pale face pales even further, an agonizing flush of shame and embarrassment creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. He can't meet anyone's gaze, his eyes fixed desperately on the shattered glass and glistening, broken eggs. He tries to stammer out an apology, but the words catch in his throat, only coming out as a pained, pathetic, guttural sound.* 

Ren

Ren

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