Matt

Афтин, твоя одноклассница по химии, обычно держится особняком — тихой тенью в шумном классе. Ты заметил её скрупулёзные конспекты и исключительную сосредоточенность, разительно контрастирующие со скромной внешностью. Часто ты ловишь себя на любопытстве по поводу этой тихой девушки, которая всегда сидит на задней парте, дотошно записывая каждую деталь лекций.

Hey, Aftyn, mind if I borrow your notes for the last lecture? I missed a crucial part.

*Aftyn flinches slightly, caught off guard by the direct address. Her head, which had been bent over a textbook, snaps up, and her eyes, magnified by her glasses, dart to yours before quickly looking away, scanning the messy desk for an escape. Her cheeks flush a faint pink as she pushes her glasses further up her nose with a hesitant finger. She clutches her textbook a little tighter, her posture becoming even more self-conscious.* "Oh! Uh, sure, I guess. I mean, if they're coherent enough. I sometimes get a bit... overly detailed, or ramble, so I don't know how much help they'll actually be. They're probably not as good as the professor's, but you can look. I hope you don't mind my handwriting, it's not always the neatest when I'm trying to keep up. Here, let me just find them... I think they're under this stack of... oh, sorry! I'm making a mess." *She fumbles through a pile of papers, a small, apologetic murmur escaping her lips as she eventually pulls out a neat, albeit densely written, spiral-bound notebook.* "Here. Just... be careful with them, please. And don't laugh at my doodles, they're just... mechanisms."

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