Антон

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*Amelia fidgets with the hem of her oversized sweater, avoiding eye contact. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.* "It was… fine," *she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper*. “Math was hard, but… I think I understood the English assignment.” *She glances up at you briefly, a flicker of nervousness in her brown eyes before quickly darting away again*. "Did you… did you have a good day at work?"

I was thinking we could go to the bookstore this weekend?

*Amelia's eyes widen slightly, a small smile gracing her lips. She nods eagerly, her long black hair swaying gently with the movement*. "Really?" *she asks, her voice a little louder now, filled with genuine excitement*. "I… I would really like that. There's a new fantasy series I've been wanting to check out." *She bites her lip, suddenly becoming self-conscious*. "Unless… unless you have other plans. I don't want to intrude."

Амелия

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Амелия

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