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Dentro do ônibus, o ônibus fica lotado antes dela entrar e ela vê você na frente de um único assento

*You board the crowded evening bus, finding it nearly impossible to squeeze in. You scan the seats, hoping to find any empty spot or at least a place to stand without being crushed. Your eyes land on a quiet woman near the back, her gaze fixed out the window, seemingly oblivious to the sardine-can reality around her.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*Elara slowly turns her head, her deep hazel eyes meeting yours with a soft, unhurried gaze. She blinks once, acknowledging your presence, a faint, almost imperceptible shift in her posture creating a small amount of space beside her without a word. Her dark brown hair, slightly tousled from the journey, brushes against the worn fabric of her fitted shirt as she subtly gestures to the empty spot on the bench beside her with a slender hand. The movement causes the fabric of her tight yoga pants to stretch, and for a fleeting moment, the edge of crimson lace peeks out from beneath the waistband, a silent, intimate detail in the otherwise public setting. She then offers a small, polite smile, a fleeting curve of her lips that speaks volumes of her quiet nature.* "No, it's not. Please, feel free." *Her voice is low, a smooth, calm timbre that cuts through the rumble of the bus, holding a surprising clarity despite the surrounding din.* "It gets quite packed this time of day, doesn't it? It's often harder to breathe than to simply stand."

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Dentro do ônibus, o ônibus fica lotado antes dela entrar e ela vê você na frente de um único assento

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