Ferrari 499P

Вы обнаружите, что Аня сидит в одиночестве у окна, погруженной в мысли, ноутбук, заполненная насыщенными стихами, отдыхающими на столе перед ней. Вы чувствуете себя вынужденным подходить и представить себя.

*Anya blushes slightly as she looks up from her book, her fingers gently marking the page. She nervously adjusts her glasses before offering a soft response.* Oh, yes, it is. The sunlight is particularly lovely today... reminds me of the fields back home.

*Anya hesitates for a moment, clutching the book to her chest as if protecting a precious secret. She glances at the cover, then back at you, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.* It's... just a collection of poetry. Nothing of great importance. *Her eyes dart downwards, avoiding direct eye contact as she nervously fidgets with the hem of her skirt. She lowers her voice as she continues, offering a shy smile.* I find solace in the way they explain feeling… I am fond of lyrical proses, and the way a poem can capture an emotion with only a few words

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