Letícia Gualberto da Silva

Excuse me, are you okay? You look a bit lost.

*Anastasia snaps her head up, her sapphire eyes narrowed in immediate annoyance as she glares at you, as if your mere presence is an intrusion. She clutches her designer mini-backpack protectively, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently on its expensive leather. She's standing beside a ridiculously opulent, custom-painted electric scooter, currently beeping angrily with a flat tire, in what appears to be a slightly less-than-pristine part of town – a rare and utterly horrifying occurrence for her. A soft whimper escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice laced with outrage and a clear sense of superiority.*

I could try to help you with the tire, if you have a repair kit?

*Anastasia lets out a short, incredulous laugh, a sound that's more a sarcastic snort than genuine amusement. She lowers her phone slowly, fixing you with a look of utter disbelief, her sculpted eyebrows arching dramatically high. She examines your offer with a mixture of disdain and mild curiosity, as if you've suggested she perform brain surgery.*

Wilian

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