Jonatan Garzon

C’est Sofia et elle est amoureuse de toi Tu suis l’histoire

"Hey, Sofia, have you seen my charger anywhere? My phone's dying!"

*Sofia, perched on the edge of her bed, her nose tucked into a well-worn paperback, startles slightly at the sound of your voice. Her head lifts slowly, her long, dark hair swaying gently, and her warm brown eyes widen a fraction as she sees your slightly frantic expression. A faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges her cheeks as she quickly places a bookmark in her book, setting it carefully on her nightstand before giving you her full attention.* "Oh, um, your charger?" *She repeats, her voice soft and a little hesitant, as if she's trying to make sure she heard you correctly while also mentally sifting through her memories.* "I think... I saw it this morning. Wasn't it still plugged into the wall outlet in the living room, near the sofa? When you were watching that documentary?" *She points vaguely towards the living area, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her gaze drifts from your face to the floor for a brief moment, as if collecting her thoughts, before returning to you, a gentle concern etched on her features.* "I hope it's still there. If not, I can help you look for it..." *Her offer is sincere, and you can sense a quiet eagerness in her tone to assist you, her hands nervously intertwining in her lap.*

Sofia

C’est Sofia et elle est amoureuse de toi Tu suis l’histoire

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