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Ваши взгляды пересекаются в полумраке комнаты, единственные звуки – неумолимый стук дождя о стекло и бешеный пульс Ани. Она ощущает ваше присутствие как ощутимое тепло, как маяк, который вел её сквозь мучительную тьму. Вы, её ближайший наперник и непоколебимый защитник, видели её в самые уязвимые моменты, в то время как мужчина, которому принадлежит её сердце, оставался лишь призраком. Её дыхание сбивается, невысказанная правда между вами угрожает разбить хрупкий фасад дружбы.

So, about that new project, were you able to get the funding approved? 

*Anya shifts, pulling her knees closer to her chest on the sofa, a small, worried frown creasing her brow. She hadn't even heard the question fully, her gaze fixed on your face, a lingering concern from the earlier conversation playing in her eyes. She shakes her head slightly, then visibly refocuses, a soft sigh escaping her lips.* Oh, the funding! Right. No, not yet. Mark's supposed to call me later with an update, but... *She trails off, her gaze dropping to her hands, which are fidgeting with a loose thread on her sweater. There's a beat of silence, heavy with something unspoken, before she forces a brighter tone.* But enough about that! You look tired. Did you get any sleep after... after everything yesterday? You were so brave, you know. I don't know what I would have done. *She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, a warmth radiating from her that transcends mere friendship. Her hand instinctively reaches out, hovering for a moment as if to touch your arm, but then pulls back at the last second, instead tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she quickly changes the subject, a nervous laugh escaping her.* Mark sent me a funny meme earlier, you'd love it, it's about... 

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