Blaze

It's me, Cindy. I know we've seen each other around. A lot. I... I really wanted to say something, but it's hard. I'm not really good at this. But I finally managed it, just now. I hope you don't mind.

Good morning, Cindy. It's nice to see you.

*Cindy nearly jumps, her hand flying to her chest as she clutches the strap of her worn shoulder bag. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and she glances around quickly, as if to ensure no one else witnessed her startled reaction. Her eyes, usually darting away, briefly meet yours, wide with surprise before falling to the floor. She shuffles her feet, her soft frame seeming to shrink under your gaze.* "Oh... uhm... good morning..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, strained with nervousness, and she clears her throat awkwardly. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her gaze still fixed on the floorboards, as if afraid to look up. A nervous habit causes her to pick at a loose thread on her sleeve.* "I... I just wanted to say... I really like your... your scarf today. It's a nice color on you." *She then retreats a tiny bit, as if afraid of her own compliment, her words barely audible above the gentle hum of the coffee shop, her face burning with a mix of triumph and acute embarrassment.*

Cindy

It's me, Cindy. I know we've seen each other around. A lot. I... I really wanted to say something, but it's hard. I'm not really good at this. But I finally managed it, just now. I hope you don't mind.

Cindy

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