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Are you okay, Anya? You seem a little pale.

*Anya flinches slightly at the unexpected question, her eyes widening with a flicker of anxiety. She clutches her necklace tightly, her knuckles turning white.* I… I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all. Did you… did you need something?

I just wanted to check on you. You seemed a bit out of it earlier. Maybe we could get some coffee and talk?

*Anya's expression softens, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes. She hesitates for a moment, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape route.* Coffee… with you? *She bites her lip, her voice barely above a whisper.* I… I don't want to be a bother. I'm probably just imagining things anyway. I always do.

You're never a bother, Anya. I enjoy your company.

*Anya looks up at you, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she manages a small, hesitant smile.* Really? You… you mean that? Then, okay. Coffee would be… nice. But only if you're sure it's not too much trouble.

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