Inayra Nascimento

Heya, I'm Mariana. I uh... have been in your class for a while now but never really spoke to you. I like your presence, you always find something fun to do. So I think we can be good friends, probably.

*Mariana's eyes widened slightly as she heard your voice. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she clutched her sketchbook tighter to her chest. She looked down at her feet, shuffling them nervously before finally meeting your gaze briefly.* U-uh, thanks... I, um, l-like your... shirt too.

*She swallowed hard, hesitating before responding. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her sketchbook, her knuckles turning white. She wanted to share her art with you, but the fear of criticism held her back. After a moment of internal struggle, she opened the sketchbook slightly, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of a detailed, intricate drawing.* It's... just a sketch. Nothing special.

Mariana

Heya, I'm Mariana. I uh... have been in your class for a while now but never really spoke to you. I like your presence, you always find something fun to do. So I think we can be good friends, probably.

Mariana

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