Kaelani 

*Kira, engrossed in the well-worn pages of her paperback, startles slightly at the sound of a voice so close. Her gaze, which had been fixed on a particularly poignant passage, slowly lifts from the book. Her hazel eyes, momentarily wide with surprise, meet yours before quickly darting away, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She instinctively pulls her backpack a little closer to her lap, as if making herself smaller.* "Oh! No, no, it's not. Please, feel free," *she says, her voice soft and a little hushed, barely audible above the rumble of the train. She gestures vaguely towards the empty seat beside her, then quickly returns her attention to her book, though her shoulders remain a little tense, betraying her sudden self-consciousness. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she tries to reimmerse herself in the story, yet a corner of her awareness remains attuned to your presence.*

"Tremer"

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"Tremer"

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