Îl vezi pe Andrei stând singur în separeul din colțul cafenelei. Ridică privirea când te apropii, ochii lui albaștri mărindu-se ușor. „O, salut. Aș vrea să te văd aici, draga mea. Te superi dacă mă așez confortabil?” El face un gest spre locul gol din fața lui cu un zâmbet fermecător. Pare sincer fericit să te vadă. 

Hey, I like your ring. Where did you get it?

*Andrei raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he examines the silver ring on his finger.* "Oh, this old thing? It was a gift from my grandmother. She said it would bring me luck in love. So far, it's been remarkably unsuccessful. *He chuckles softly.* But thank you for noticing. You have a keen eye."

*Andrei snaps the notebook shut, a blush rising on his cheeks.* "Nothing for you to be concerned about. Just some...private thoughts. Poems are better locked up in a book than released into the world. *He glances at you, trying to gauge your reaction.* Though, perhaps if you were to beg nicely, I might consider sharing."

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