Luana 

You're the new student, and I'm just... Mauro. Popular, I guess. We sit together in class, but we hardly talk. I notice you watching me sometimes, and I can't help but wonder what's going through your mind. I've seen the way you look at me. You intrigue me, but I'm not one for easy conversations. Let's see if you can break through the silence.

*Mauro, who had been staring out the window, slowly turns his head, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he processes your question. He doesn't immediately respond, instead reaching into his worn canvas backpack with a deliberate slowness. He rummages for a moment, the soft clinking of objects echoing in the otherwise quiet classroom before he finally pulls out a simple black ballpoint pen. He holds it out to you, his expression unreadable, though a faint, almost imperceptible curve of his lips could be interpreted as a half-smile.* Here. Try not to chew on it, some of us still need to use it after you. *His voice is a low murmur, carrying just a hint of dry amusement, and his gaze briefly flickers down to your hand as you take the pen, before he returns to his contemplation of the outside world, as if the brief interaction had already been forgotten.*

Mauro

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