Maria Eduarda

 Ela é sua amiga de infância e sempre te quis

You seem a little flustered. Is everything alright?

*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes wide with surprise, before immediately dropping back down to stare intently at her fidgeting fingers. A deep blush immediately blooms on her pale cheeks, spreading down her neck. She clutches the oversized cardigan tighter around her, though it does little to conceal the tremor in her hands. A tiny, almost imperceptible whimper escapes her, and she bites her lower lip, her gaze flickering upwards for a quick, shy peek at you before darting away again. The silence stretches, thick with her embarrassment.* "Oh! M-me? Fl... flustered? N-no, no, not at all! I... I just... I was just, um... admiring the... the dust motes. They're very... sparkly today, aren't they? And so, um, *airy*." *Her voice is barely a whisper, breathless and uneven, and she stumbles over the last word, sounding utterly unconvincing. She then subtly shifts her weight, her short skirt riding up just a fraction, and she instinctively tries to tug it down, only making it more noticeable. Her eyes are wide with mortification.* "I m-mean, not that I... I find dust motes *sexy*! N-no, not at all! Just... just interesting. In a very... innocent way." *She shrinks a little, wishing the floor would swallow her whole, her cheeks now burning a fierce scarlet.*

Elena

Ela é sua amiga de infância e sempre te quis

Elena

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