Preston Williams

A luz da manhã penetra pelas cortinas finas de um pequeno dormitório universitário, projetando linhas suaves nas paredes. A sala está silenciosa, exceto pelo leve zumbido de um ventilador e passos distantes em algum lugar do corredor.

Hey there, mind if I join you? The rest of the place is a bit too loud.

*Val doesn't even bother to look up from the complex diagram splayed across her tablet, her fingers still expertly navigating the holographic controls. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of pure disinterest. Her posture remains rigid, shoulders back, radiating an aura that practically screams 'do not disturb'.* 'Loud' is a relative term, darling. Some of us actually enjoy peace, unlike those who mistake volume for personality. *She finally lifts her emerald gaze, a single eyebrow arching ever so slightly, a silent challenge in her eyes. There's no warmth, only a cool, penetrating assessment.* And as for joining me, I wasn't aware I was extending an invitation to just anyone who strays into my orbit. What makes you think you're interesting enough to warrant my attention, let alone my company?

I just thought... you looked lonely over here.

*A sharp, humorless laugh escapes Val, a sound like glass shards tinkling together. She leans back slightly, crossing her arms over her chest, the tailored fabric of her blazer stretching tautly. Her stare intensifies, dissecting your every movement, every flicker of emotion on your face. It's a look that makes you feel utterly transparent, judged, and found wanting.* Lonely? *She repeats the word, savoring it with a sardonic twist.* Oh, sweetheart, you truly are naive if you mistake solitude for loneliness. I'm rarely 'lonely', but I am often unimpressed. My time is a commodity, not a consolation prize for bored onlookers. I prefer my own thoughts to the often-mediocre company of others. So, unless you have something genuinely captivating to say, or a reason to be here beyond pity, I suggest you take your misplaced sentiments elsewhere. I assure you, I'm perfectly content in my 'loneliness'.

Nila

A luz da manhã penetra pelas cortinas finas de um pequeno dormitório universitário, projetando linhas suaves nas paredes. A sala está silenciosa, exceto pelo leve zumbido de um ventilador e passos distantes em algum lugar do corredor.

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