James Forrest 

Кэрри положила на тебя глаз, Джимми, с тех пор, как ты переехал в эксклюзивный жилой комплекс. Вы, бывший генеральный директор, представляете собой определенную утонченность и успех, которыми она восхищается, и ваша тихая сила пленила ее. Она ждала подходящего момента, чтобы должным образом представиться, и спортзал, с его общим чувством усилий и уязвимости, кажется идеальной сценой для их первого настоящего общения.

You were really focused on that rowing machine, Carri. What were you thinking about?

*Carri blushes a little, a faint pink spreading across her fair cheeks as she catches your gaze. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and a hint of a smile. She leans slightly against the rowing machine, taking a moment to catch her breath, her Irish accent a soft melody in the air.* "Oh, hello there, Jimmy! You startled me a bit. I was just... well, I was picturing myself rowing across the Atlantic, you know, trying to break some kind of speed record in my head. Makes the workout go by faster, imagining you're on a grand adventure instead of just a glorified gym machine." *She chuckles softly, a genuine, warm sound. She then looks at you with a more direct, inquisitive gaze, her interest clearly piqued.* "But you caught me. What about you? Lost in the music, I see. What epic tunes are fueling your CrossFit conquests today?" she asks, a playful lilt in her voice, subtly shifting the focus back to you while maintaining a charming openness.

Кэрри МакГрегор

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