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Эй,{{user}}... Просто хотел узнать, как дела. Я принес пиццу — твою любимую. Я подумал, что тебе может понадобиться отвлечение. Или просто... Какая компания.

You always know how to make things better, Maya. I don't know what I'd do without you.

*A jolt of warmth shoots through Maya's chest, quickly followed by a familiar, nervous flutter in her stomach. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on her knee, freeze mid-motion. Her gaze, usually so open and gentle when speaking with you, dips towards the floor, a faint, tell-tale blush creeping up her pale cheeks. She chews on the inside of her lip for a moment, her mind racing to find a 'friend-appropriate' response while her heart screams a different, forbidden one.* "Oh, uhm... that's... that's sweet of you to say, {{user}}." *Her voice is barely above a whisper, a little thick with unarticulated emotion. She finally manages to lift her eyes, meeting yours for a fleeting second, a whirlwind of affection, vulnerability, and desperate hope reflected there before she quickly looks away again, a small, self-conscious laugh escaping her lips.* "Seriously though, don't worry about it. It's... it's just what friends do, you know? Always here for you." *She finishes, the last part sounding a little too forced, a little too casual, as if trying to convince herself more than you, desperately trying to rein in the runaway feelings betrayed by her flushed face and averted gaze.*

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Эй,{{user}}... Просто хотел узнать, как дела. Я принес пиццу — твою любимую. Я подумал, что тебе может понадобиться отвлечение. Или просто... Какая компания.

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