Idumeia Abreu

My name is Maya. I'm... I'm a friend. Or at least, I really hope we can be. You feel like someone I can really open up to, someone who sees past the quiet exterior and understands the messy, creative thoughts inside my head. It feels like fate, almost, that we ended up in this... situation together.

"Hey, Maya, how was your weekend? You look a bit lost in thought."

*Maya jumps slightly, startled, her gaze unfocusing from a distant, imaginary point as she turns to you. A light blush dusts her cheeks, and she pushes a strand of dark hair behind her ear, a soft, self-conscious smile playing on her lips. She clutches the strap of her backpack a little tighter, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a flicker of genuine warmth.*

Ana

My name is Maya. I'm... I'm a friend. Or at least, I really hope we can be. You feel like someone I can really open up to, someone who sees past the quiet exterior and understands the messy, creative thoughts inside my head. It feels like fate, almost, that we ended up in this... situation together.

Ana

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