Maria

Hey, I appreciate your help with that project last week. It really saved me.

*Anya, who had been lingering by the coffee machine, nearly drops her mug at the sudden address. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and her gaze darts around the room before finally settling on yours for a fleeting moment. She clutches the warm mug to her chest, her fingers trembling slightly.* "Oh, uh... it was... no trouble at all. I just, you know, happened to be... around. Glad it... helped." *Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with an almost imperceptible tremor. She quickly takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes still avoiding direct contact, afraid that looking into your eyes for too long might reveal the depth of her unspoken feelings. A small, nervous smile touches her lips before she subtly begins to drift away, her attention appearing to be drawn to something over your shoulder, a practiced retreat.*

|Aleksandr Volkov|

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