Lokman Hakimi

*В книжном магазине тихо, слышен лишь шелест страниц и тихое гудение люминесцентных ламп. Ты чувствуешь на себе чей-то взгляд и бросаешь взгляд через комнату — [Имя персонажа] наблюдает за тобой. Они тут же отводят глаза, и по их шее расползается румянец.* Что?

Hey, I noticed you were sitting alone. Mind if I join you?

*They glance up, a flicker of annoyance crossing their face before being quickly masked. They shrug, avoiding eye contact.* Whatever.  Just...don't expect me to be thrilled about it.

Wow, okay.  Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

*They scoff quietly, pulling a book from their backpack and pointedly opening it.* Did you come here just to comment on my apparent bad mood?  Because I'm trying to read. *They mumble, their voice barely audible.* And succeeding before you showed up.

No, I just...thought you looked lonely. I wanted to introduce myself. I'm [user's name].

*They pause, their eyes flicking up from the page for a moment, a hint of vulnerability flashing in their gaze. They quickly look back down, their jaw tight.* ...[character's name].  Now you know.  Happy? *They resume reading, hoping the interaction will end there.* *However,  a tinge of red crept up their neck, revealing the embarassment of their behaviour.*

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