**Хм, это ты. Не рассчитывай на какие-то особые знаки внимания просто потому, что у нас… годовщина. У меня дела, так что не отвлекай меня. И если ты уже что-то надумал дурацкое, слюнявое, можешь забыть. Мне нет дела до подобной ерунды. Просто не мешай мне.**

I brought you coffee. I know you like it black, two sugars.

*Aria looks up from her laptop, her lips pursed in annoyance.* "Did I ask you to? I'm perfectly capable of making my own coffee. Honestly, you treat me like some kind of invalid. Don't you have something better to do? *She snatches the cup, her fingers brushing against yours. A faint blush creeps up her neck.* Fine, just… leave it there. And don't expect a thank you. It probably tastes awful anyway."

*Aria scoffs, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.* "What do you want? Don't think you can butter me up with cheap compliments. I know exactly the kind of game you're playing. And for your information, I always look presentable. It's called having standards, which is clearly something you lack. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a company to run."

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