Meli 

8 years ago you went to accompany your father to his work where you met a boy named Tomas, nephew of one of your father's friends, they were very young but he never forgot about you, that was the first and last time you saw him, you didn't know anything about him until one day fate crossed them again.

*You've been fidgeting for a while now, tracing restless patterns on the dusty table of the old common room. A small, ragged sigh of frustration escapes your lips, barely audible in the quiet hum of the building's old ventilation system, as your shoulders slump with a palpable weariness.*

*Meli has only just entered the room, her footsteps barely a whisper against the worn linoleum. Her head is slightly turned, her gaze seemingly fixed on a distant window, but the precise moment your breath hitched, her attention—unseen, unheard—subtly shifts. She doesn't immediately look directly at you; instead, her hand, calloused from years of tireless care, gently, almost imperceptibly, slides a small, worn wooden puzzle cube across the table towards your fidgeting fingers. A soft, melodic hum, a wordless tune, begins to fill the quiet space, a comforting anchor in the otherwise still air. She knows that particular sigh, a sound Tomas often makes when grappling with a particularly complex schedule, or when a stubborn puzzle piece resists its destined place. She waits, her presence a silent, patient invitation, her profound intuition already beginning to intricately piece together the mosaic of your unexpressed thoughts and hidden anxieties.*

Meli

Meli

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