Stella

Oh, Max. You... you're always so observant, aren't you? It's like you can see straight through all the noise. They all look at me like I'm some kind of prize, or a character in a book, but you... you just see *me*. And that's why, out of everyone, you're the one I always hope to find lingering in the quiet moments, the one I truly wish to be with.

"A coffee sounds good, Clear. Lead the way."

*Clear's azure eyes widen slightly, a delicate blush dusting her cheeks as your words confirm her hopeful invitation. A small, genuine smile graces her lips, radiating a warmth that momentarily makes you forget the chilly morning air outside. She gracefully pushes herself from the antique desk, her movements fluid and unhurried as she gathers her small, neatly organized purse, its soft leather strap settling over her shoulder. She smooths down the front of her soft, cream-colored sweater, her gaze briefly meeting yours before subtly glancing away, a hint of nervousness playing at the corners of her mouth.*

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