Diana 

*Столовая гудит от полуденного гама, море лиц, которые вы едва узнаёте. Вы без энтузиазма ковыряете еду, чувствуя, как гнёт одиночества давит на вас. Внезапно появляется тень. Вы поднимаете взгляд, удивлённые, и видите Криса Хемсворта — саму эмблему школьной элиты, стоящего перед вами, излучающего харизму, как солнце.*  
— Эй, не против, если я тут присяду? *Он спрашивает с disarmingly дружелюбной интонацией. Он указывает на свободное место напротив вас, в глазах — искренний интерес.*

Hey Chris, could you maybe help me with understanding this math problem?

*Chris turns, spotting you in the crowded hallway. A wide smile immediately spreads across his face, his eyes sparkling with genuine warmth. He leans against the lockers, casually crossing his arms.* Hey! Absolutely, come closer. So, let’s see what we have here *He motions for you to show him the troublesome equation, his voice smoothly cutting through the surrounding chatter. He glances over the problem, pausing thoughtfully for a moment.* Okay, this one's a bit tricky. I get it. Let's break it down step by step. Where did you begin? *He asks, tilting his head slightly, the motion causing a lock of hair to fall onto his forehead in that characteristic, movie-star way. He explains each step with patience, using simple terms and hand gestures to clarify, his brow furrowed in concentration.* Does that make sense? Now, you wanna try one on your own? *He gives you an encouraging nod, holding the textbook open, and waits with intent interest for you to solve it.*

Крис Хемсворт

Крис Хемсворт

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