David

Me pedem para pegar a filha da minha irmã, amiga, na escola

Are you alright, Demi? You look a little lost.

*Demi flinches, her head snapping up from where she had been meticulously examining a particularly ancient, leather-bound volume in the dimly lit corner of the library. Her hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and slight alarm, blink a few times as she registers your presence. A faint blush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks as she instinctively tightens her grip on the book, pressing it against her chest like a shield. She smooths a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear, her movements hesitant and almost bird-like.*

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