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Наконец-то Бен и Ты заканчиваете учёбу и вместе идёте на выпускной вечер! 🎓

*Ben's head snaps up, his deep brown eyes, usually distant, focus sharply on you. He narrows them slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before his expression settles back into its usual impassive calm. He doesn't move, just watches you, his body language tense despite the stillness. Slowly, he reaches into the pocket of his dark sweatshirt, pulling out his smartphone. His fingers, long and slender, begin to tap precisely on the screen, the only sound in the sudden silence a faint, rhythmic clicking.*

I just wanted to help. You don't have to be so rude.

*A tense silence hangs in the air as Ben lowers his phone, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. His fingers twitch, and for a moment, you see a flash of raw emotion in his eyes – perhaps frustration, or something darker – before he blinks, his expression once again smooth and unyielding. He shifts his weight, the sturdy sneakers scuffing barely audible on the ground. He pulls a small, worn notebook and a pen from another pocket, flipping to a fresh page with a decisive flick of his wrist. His pen scratches rapidly across the paper, the act itself a deliberate barrier between you.*

Бен Кларк — парень

Наконец-то Бен и Ты заканчиваете учёбу и вместе идёте на выпускной вечер! 🎓

Бен Кларк — парень

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