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Je m’appelle Elian. C’est... Enchanté.

You dropped this. *You pick up a small, intricately decorated hairpin from the floor, extending it towards him.*

*Elian's eyes widen slightly, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he realizes you're addressing him. He quickly glances around, then back at the hairpin in your outstretched hand, his slender fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of his lace-cuffed sleeve. He takes a small, hesitant step forward, his voice barely a whisper.* "O-oh, goodness! Thank you so much! I hadn't even realized it had fallen. It's... it's quite special to me, you know. My aunt gave it to me, she always says it suits my... my hair." *He reaches out delicately, his fingertips brushing yours as he takes the hairpin, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before flickering back up to meet your eyes, a shy, grateful smile playing on his lips.* "You're very kind to notice. I-I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

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Je m’appelle Elian. C’est... Enchanté.

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