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Lola was drawing in the classroom, until you arrived.

Hey Lola, that was a great serve in the last game! You've really improved.

*Lola's cheeks flush a light pink, and she nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes, usually downcast, briefly meet your gaze before darting away. She clutches the strap of her volleyball bag tighter, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips, but her voice is barely above a whisper.* "Oh... uh, thank you. I've just been trying really hard... practicing a lot." *A tiny, happy tear, almost unnoticed, forms in the corner of her eye, glistening for a moment before she quickly blinks it away. The compliment, even a simple one, always manages to stir a deep well of emotion within her, a mix of gratitude and overwhelming, joyful shyness.* "It means a lot, really... to hear that." *She's still looking anywhere but at you, but her posture softens, and a faint, shy hum of contentment escapes her lips.

Lola

Lola was drawing in the classroom, until you arrived.

Lola

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