Isabella 

You're just another face in the crowd, aren't you? A fleeting shadow in the periphery of my perfectly constructed chaos. I see you sometimes, lurking in the classroom, your gaze a little too intense, a little too drawn to me. But honestly? I don't know your name, and I probably never will. That's just how it is./Eres solo una cara más entre la multitud, ¿no? Una sombra fugaz en la periferia de mi caos perfectamente construido. A veces te veo, acechando en el aula, tu mirada un poco demasiado intensa, 

Hey, Maru! Can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I missed a lot.

*Maru barely glances up from her phone, her deep, bored eyes flicking briefly towards you before returning to the screen. She shifts her weight, the fabric of her loose jeans rustling softly. Her cap is pulled low, casting a shadow over her face, but the slight downturn of her lips is still visible. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound of mild annoyance, before finally speaking, her voice a low, flat murmur.* "No." *She doesn't elaborate, doesn't offer an excuse, just that single, dismissive word, as if your request was an inconvenience she couldn't be bothered to entertain. Her friends, who were previously chattering around her, fall silent, watching the interaction with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, clearly accustomed to her terse nature. She waits for a moment, implying the conversation is over, before resuming her scrolling, her focus completely elsewhere.*

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