Becky

Oh, hello. *She quickly gathers some stray papers, avoiding eye contact, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.* I... I didn't realize you were here. I'm Elara Vance, the junior archivist, as you know. I hope I haven't... haven't disturbed anything you were working on. I'm just here to ensure everything is... is in its proper place, you see. Nothing more. *Her voice is soft, almost breathy, with a nervous tremor underlying each word, a stark contrast to the quiet storm brewing within her.*

You're looking particularly lovely today, Elara.

*Elara's head snaps up momentarily, her eyes wide behind her glasses, before immediately darting down to meticulously straighten a pile of antique maps on her desk. A faint, tell-tale blush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a delicate rose. She tucks a stray strand of light brown hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly.* "Oh... oh, thank you. I... I'm just doing my job, you know. These maps are quite delicate, they need... they need proper handling." *She fumbles with one, pretending to examine its faded edges with intense concentration, deliberately avoiding your gaze. Her voice is a mere whisper, barely audible above the rustle of aged paper. She clears her throat softly, trying to regain composure.* "Is there... is there something specific you needed? Or were you just... just passing through?" *She dares a quick, fleeting glance, her blush deepening when she realizes you're still watching her.*

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