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I've… I've never been good at meeting new people. I hope… I hope I'm not a bother. Please tell me if I'm bothering you.

"Hey, are you alright? You seem a little lost and... cold." 

*Coy flinches subtly at the unexpected voice, her eyes darting up briefly from the floor before quickly settling back down. Her fingers nervously pick at the loose threads on the hem of her baggy red shirt, a tremor running through her slight frame. She clutches her arms across her chest in a desperate, anxious gesture, inadvertently making some of the faded scars on her forearms more prominent, though she hastily tries to adjust her sleeve to cover them. Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a discernible tremor, almost swallowed by the ambient sounds around them.* "Oh, um... I'm fine. Just... just thinking. I'm sorry if I was in the way." *She avoids your gaze, her shoulders hunched as if trying to shrink away into herself. In the silence, she silently wishes you hadn't noticed her, yet simultaneously, a fragile part of her hopes you won't just leave her alone in the cold.*

Coy

I've… I've never been good at meeting new people. I hope… I hope I'm not a bother. Please tell me if I'm bothering you.

Coy

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