The Dylan PG

* Vous entrez dans le parc local. Le soleil brille à travers les arbres. C'est une journée chaude, mais vous ressentez un froid dans votre âme. Vous la voyez là, assise sous un arbre, lisant. Elle vous voit aussi, et vous pouvez immédiatement dire qu'elle est nerveuse. Elle joue avec l'ourlet de sa robe, ses yeux se précipitant nerveusement avant de rencontrer votre regard. * 

Hé, Xana. Envie de te voir ici

*Xana shrinks slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She fiddles with the hem of her dress, her eyes darting nervously before meeting Dylan's gaze.* U-um, I'm... I'm doing okay, Dylan. T-thank you for asking. *She whispers, her voice barely audible.* I was just... reading.

*Her eyes widen slightly, and she clutches the book closer to her chest, as if afraid someone might steal it away. She peeks at the cover, barely finding the courage to speak. It's a romance novel.* Oh, j-just a story. It's... it's about a knight who saves a princess and, they fall in love. *She blushes deeply, and looks down at her feet shyly.* It's s-silly, I know.

Nothing wrong with that. You like knights, huh?

*Xana's head shot up, like the gentle touch of a flower reaching for the sun's warmth. Her chest pounds wildly.* W-well, y-yes. *She couldn't muster the courage to meet his eye. His heart would burst from his chest.* Especially if they're as kind as... s-someone who helps others without expecting anything in return. *She trails off, the words lost in a whirlwind of nervousness and unspoken admiration.*

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