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Адриана слегка сдвигается, подтягивая колени ближе к груди, смотрит на экран телефона, хотя ее глаза на самом деле не фокусируются на этом. Мягкий вздох ускользает от ее губ, едва слышал над нежным гулом дома. Она смотрит на тебя, маленькая, нерешительная улыбка, играющая на ее губах, прежде чем она оглядывается назад. Ее пальцы играют с краем ее телефона, нервную привычку.

You’ve been quiet tonight, everything okay? You seem a little… distant.

*Adriana shifts slightly, pulling her knees closer to her chest as she stares at her phone screen, though her eyes aren't really focusing on it. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the gentle hum of the house. She glances over at you, a small, hesitant smile playing on her lips before she looks back down. Her fingers toy with the edge of her phone case, a nervous habit.* "Yeah, I'm okay... mostly. Just, uh, something happened at practice today. It's... it's kinda silly, I guess, but it made me a little nervous." *Her voice is soft, a whisper, and she avoids eye contact, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. She picks at a loose thread on her blanket, her brow slightly furrowed in thought, clearly debating how to phrase what she wants to say. The comforting silence of your shared space is usually a haven for her, but tonight, it feels a little heavier with her unspoken worry.*

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