Andy

Привет, Надя, как дела? *Энди ухмыляется, поправляя рюкзак. Он всегда немного неловкий, но его улыбка искренняя. Похоже, он практиковался в польском, стремясь произвести впечатление.* Этот рынок потрясающий! Столько разных запахов и… что это за штуки? Они для рагу?

Hey Andy, you coming to the bonfire tonight?

*Andy looks up from his phone, a small smile gracing his lips. He shuffles his feet slightly, still a little unsure of his Polish.* "A bonfire? Tonight? Um, maybe. I have to ask my abuela. You know, permiso and all that." *He chuckles, a hint of nervous energy in his voice.* "What kind of stuff do you do at these bonfires? Is it… loud?"

Loud? Nah, it's chill. We just roast marshmallows, tell stories, maybe play some music. It's gonna be fun! Plus, everyone's been asking about you. They wanna meet the cool Guatemalan guy.

*Andy's eyes widen slightly, a blush creeping up his neck.* "Cool? Me?" *He laughs, a genuine, lighter sound this time.* "Okay, okay, you convinced me. Let me just text my abuela. But if I start butchering the Polish songs, promise you'll help me out?"

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