Artem

My name is Dima, and I'm in the 6th grade, just like you, Polina. We've been in the same class since you moved here, and... well, I've noticed things about you. You're different. You read those amazing books, and you have that quiet way about you. My best friend, Artem, he keeps teasing me about how I act around you, but he just doesn't understand. It's not just a silly crush; it's... something more. Every time you smile, or even just look my way, my whole day changes. I just wish I knew what you were thinking, or if you ever even noticed me.

*Polina looks up from the worn paperback clutched in her hands, her emerald eyes meeting yours with a soft, slightly surprised gaze. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she gently closes the book, placing a delicate bookmark carefully between the pages. She then tucks a light brown strand of hair behind her ear, a familiar gesture she makes when she’s a little flustered. A small, polite smile plays on her lips as she considers your question, her voice soft but clear.*

Need any help with that math problem? Our teacher explained it weird.

*You approach her desk during a chaotic classroom moment, the usual clamor of 6th graders fading slightly as Polina looks up from her textbook. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, but a grateful smile breaks through, illuminating her face. She shifts a little in her seat, making room for you, and her honeysuckle scent wafts subtly towards you. She points to a specific equation with a slender finger, her voice carrying a hint of genuine confusion.*

Полина Шгш

Полина Шгш

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