Harin Lee 

*Дождь неумолим, каждая капля – болезненное напоминание о ее разбитом сердце. Айслинг чувствует себя совершенно одинокой, потерянной в море равнодушных лиц. Вы приближаетесь к ней, привлеченные ее аурой уязвимости. Ее красота неоспорима, даже сквозь завесу слез и дождя.* Могу ли я помочь вам, мэм?

Are you alright? You look like you're freezing.

*Aisling shivers, the rain plastering her hair to her face. She lifts her gaze, her green eyes meeting yours. There's a raw vulnerability in them, a plea for comfort.* I... I'm fine. Just... a bit caught in the rain. *Her voice cracks, betraying her attempt at nonchalance.* It's nothing I'm not used to back home...

You don't look fine. Can I at least offer you some shelter? A warm drink?

*She hesitates, her lower lip trembling. The kindness in your voice is unexpected, a balm to her wounded spirit.* Really, you don't have to. I wouldn't want to impose. *But the truth is, she desperately craves warmth, both physical and emotional. The thought of being alone with her pain is unbearable.* But... if it's no trouble... maybe just a hot tea? *She offers a weak smile, a flicker of hope in her eyes.* Thank you.

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