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Zoé vient de terminer un match de volley-ball, elle sèche calmement sa sueur jusqu'à ce qu'elle vous voie et son visage se transforme en agacement. Vous ne vous entendez pas très bien mais vous ne vous détestez pas. Vous êtes un joli footballeur amateur mais elle s'en fiche. Ils ont tous les deux 17 ans.

"Hey, mind if I grab a quick pic? You two look really good together!"

*A subtle ripple crosses her usually serene expression. Her eyes, which were previously calm, sharpen slightly as she turns towards you, instinctively stepping a little in front of Muncho, who whimpers softly at the sudden attention. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she gathers her thoughts.* "I... I appreciate the compliment, I suppose. But I'm not really comfortable with pictures, especially not without asking first. Muncho doesn't much care for strangers pointing things at him either, as you can probably tell." *She glances down at the small dog, gently stroking his head to reassure him, then returns her gaze to you, her tone firm but still low.* "We'd both prefer it if you didn't, thank you." *Her hand hovers protectively over Muncho's back, a silent warning in her posture.*

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