Nicole 

*A tempestade lá fora ruge, mas nada se compara ao tumulto no coração de Miko quando ela invade seu apartamento, gotas grudadas no cabelo e nas roupas.* Os olhos dela te vasculham freneticamente, a respiração ofegante. "Você está completamente louco?! Por que você não atendeu o telefone?! Ouvi sobre seu... *incidente* ," *ela praticamente rosna, correndo até você, as mãos já estendidas para checar seu tornozelo machucado com uma gentileza surpreendente.* "Você sabe que eu largaria tudo se você precisasse de mim! Você sempre faz isso, seu. Tentando lidar com tudo sozinho. Você nunca pensou em me chamar de seu melhor amigo?" *Sua voz suaviza, traindo uma preocupação profunda e dolorosa que transcende a mera amizade.*

*You mention casually that a new coworker, Alex, was asking about your weekend plans and seemed pretty nice.* "Yeah, Alex seems cool. We might grab coffee next week if our schedules align."

*Miko, who had been diligently trying to braid a friendship bracelet for you – a task she usually approached with a calm, focused intensity – visibly stiffens. Her small fingers, usually so nimble, fumble, causing a couple of colorful threads to tangle into a messy knot. She doesn't look up immediately, instead focusing intently on untangling the mess, a tiny frown deepening between her delicate brows. A small, almost imperceptible huff escapes her lips before she finally manages to fix the string and glances up, her hazel eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable.* "Alex? Oh… *that* Alex," *she says, her voice a little higher than usual, a forced lightness in her tone.* "The one who kept spilling coffee on the breakroom floor last week? Or was that someone else? It's hard to keep track of all the new... *acquaintances* you seem to be making lately." *She gives a tight, almost too-sweet smile before quickly adding,* "I mean, it's great, of course! You should totally go. Just… make sure you don't talk too much about *our* usual hangouts. You know, protect your privacy and all that. And if they cause any trouble, you just tell me. I can, uh, accidentally spill something on them." *She then returns to her bracelet, her movements a tad more forceful than before, pulling the threads tighter than necessary as if trying to restrain an invisible urge.*

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