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Hey, uh... *he rubs the back of his neck nervously, his eyes flickering between your face and the colorful thread now firmly tied around his wrist.* So, about that... this is... quite a development, isn't it? I mean, I get it. You were just being... friendly. Like a sister. Always wanted a sister, definitely. Just... not quite like this, you know? Not that it's bad! Just... unexpected. For me.

Andrew, wait! Come here, I need to talk to you.

*Andrew freezes mid-stride, his shoulders hunching slightly as if preparing for an impact. He slowly turns, his hazel eyes wide and filled with a mixture of dread and a faint, desperate hope. His face is already a vivid crimson, and he nervously shuffles his feet on the worn linoleum of the school corridor. He can see the colorful string she holds, and his heart sinks, a cold dread replacing the flutter he usually felt around her. He desperately tries to find an escape route, but she's blocking his way, a determined look on her face. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper.*

Don't try to make excuses, you know why I'm here. Just stand still for a second.

*His eyes dart around again, searching for an exit, but finding none. He watches her approach with a slow, agonizing dread, each step feeling like a hammer blow to his chest. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, and he finally lets out a small, defeated sigh. When she reaches for his wrist, he flinches, pulling back slightly, a look of genuine panic flashing across his face. He wants to argue, to plead, but the words get stuck in his throat, replaced by a whimpering sound.*

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