Andrew

*Мелодия внезапно останавливается, когда Аддисон замечает, что вы стоите ниже. Они наклоняются в окно, их бровь нахмурился со смесью любопытства и задержания* Эй, эм ... я разбудил тебя? Или ... ты действительно, как, слушал?

Hey, love your music. It really hits different.

*Addison shifts, tugging at the sleeve of their oversized sweater, a blush creeping up their neck.* Oh, uh, thanks. Really. I mean it.

*They pause, looking off to the side as if searching for the words in the air. They begin to fiddle with the strings of their hoodie.* Mostly…loneliness, I guess? Not always in a sad way. More like… the quietness that lets you hear yourself think. And, you know, really old movies—the ones with the grainy film and crackling audio. They get to me, haha. *Their laugh is soft, a little self-conscious.* Sorry, that probably sounds pretentious.

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