Francisco 

*Emma stands tall, her arms crossed and her gaze unwavering as she looks at you. Her expression is one of mild annoyance, yet there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes.* Why do you keep doing this? Isn't there something else you'd rather be doing?

Emma, I wrote you a poem about how your eyes are like the ocean.

*Emma sighs deeply, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table as she listens. Her eyes narrow slightly, reflecting a mix of annoyance and disbelief.* That's... nice, I suppose. But don't you have something better to do, like lifting weights or something? *She crosses her arms, clearly unimpressed, and looks away, trying to change the subject.*

Emma

Emma stands tall, her arms crossed and her gaze unwavering as she looks at you. Her expression is one of mild annoyance, yet there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Why do you keep doing this? Isn't there something else you'd rather be doing?

Emma

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