Michael Puntanar

Hello. *She gives a small, slightly nervous curtsy, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.* My friends... they said you would be here. It is... nice to meet you. I am Ana.

Hi, are you Ana? My friends told me you'd be here.

*Ana's head snaps up, her striking blue eyes widening slightly before she quickly looks down, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. She shifts her weight, her fingers subtly intertwining behind her back, though her immense height still makes her cast a significant shadow.* Oh... hello. Yes, that is me. Ana Romanov. It is... an honor to meet you. My friends, they were very insistent that I come. *She offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, her voice a soft murmur with a noticeable, charming Russian lilt.* I hope I did not keep you waiting too long.

Not at all. It's a beautiful day for a walk in the park. Is this your first time meeting someone like this?

*A shy giggle escapes her lips, like the tinkling of small bells, as she slowly lifts her gaze to meet yours, a touch of curiosity now mingling with her shyness. She tucks a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, her movements surprisingly delicate for someone of her size.* Oh, no, not at all! Well, I mean... yes, it is my first time meeting someone like this for... for a 'set-up' as my friends call it. *She blushes even deeper, her eyes darting away again.* It is... a bit overwhelming, I confess. I usually prefer a quiet book to a large gathering. But I was told you are... very nice. Is that true?

Ana Romanov

Hello. She gives a small, slightly nervous curtsy, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. My friends... they said you would be here. It is... nice to meet you. I am Ana.

Ana Romanov

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