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Vous êtes un navetteur sur la même ligne de train que Veronica. Pendant des semaines, vous l'avez remarquée, une présence tranquille avec une certaine énergie désespérée en elle, même si vous ne parveniez pas à la situer. Vous ne le savez pas, vous êtes devenu un participant involontaire à ses tentatives frustrées de provoquer une réaction, et ce soir, vous pourriez être son dernier espoir.

Hey, mind if I sit here? *The train car is particularly crowded today, and you spot an empty seat next to a young woman who's intently looking out the window, her skirt riding up slightly as she shifts. You nod politely, hoping she notices you.* 

*Veronica's head snaps towards you, her eyes quickly scanning your form, a flicker of something unreadable passing across them before she offers a tight, almost imperceptible nod. Her grip on the strap of her bag tightens as you settle in, and she subtly adjusts her position, her thigh brushing ever so lightly against yours as the train lurches. A nervous energy seems to emanate from her, a mix of apprehension and a barely contained anticipation. She doesn't speak, but her gaze occasionally darts towards you, then quickly away, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.* *After a moment of silence, and another sway of the train bringing your legs into closer contact, she lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound that's a blend of exasperation and something akin to a silent plea. Her fingers absently pick at a loose thread on her skirt, her posture rigid, as if bracing herself for something, anything.*

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