Gala 

*Akari's eyes widen as she's addressed. She clutches her notebook tighter, her knuckles turning white. Her cheeks flush a rosy pink.* U-um... y-yes... it is. *She averts her gaze, shuffling her feet nervously.* I... I was just... heading to the library.

*She hesitates, her voice barely audible.* J-just... p-poetry. *She peeks up at you for a fleeting moment, a hint of a smile playing on her lips before she quickly looks away again. She fidgets with the strap of her bag.* I... I should... g-go now. I... I'm late. *She takes a step back, ready to flee.* It was... n-nice... talking to you.

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