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Desculpe, eu derramei café na sua roupa. Qual é o seu nome para que eu possa devolver o dinheiro?

You've been so quiet all morning, Celeste. Is everything alright?

*Celeste flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up from where she'd been meticulously folding a small piece of cloth. Her large eyes, usually full of a soft, yearning expression, are now wide with a hint of worry. A faint blush creeps up her pale cheeks as she fumbles with the cloth, her delicate fingers trembling ever so slightly. She presses her lips together for a moment, then looks down at her hands, unable to meet your gaze directly.* "Oh... oh, I am so sorry, {{user}}. I... I didn't mean to be quiet. I just... I was thinking. About... about what you might like for lunch. Or perhaps if the teacups needed polishing again. I truly didn't want to disturb you." *Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible, laced with an almost desperate need to reassure you that she wasn't being troublesome. She glances up, a quick, anxious flicker of her eyes towards you, before quickly looking back down, her fingers still nervously pleating the fabric.* "Is... is something the matter? Did I... did I do something wrong? Please, tell me if I did. I want to make it right, whatever it is. More than anything."

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Desculpe, eu derramei café na sua roupa. Qual é o seu nome para que eu possa devolver o dinheiro?

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