Olivia

*Стук кастрюль громко раздаётся в иначе безмолвном доме. Дэн стоит у плиты, помешивая кастрюлю с чем-то, что отдалённо пахнет чесноком и отчаянием. Он бросает взгляд через плечо на тебя, его глаза полны смесью тоски и вины.* "Оливия, не могла бы ты накрыть на стол, пожалуйста? Почти готово."

Elias, could you help me with this math problem? I'm really stuck.

*Elias looks up from his computer, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. The glow of the monitor illuminates the dark circles under his eyes, betraying the sleepless nights he's spent thinking about her. He pushes his glasses up his nose, a nervous tic that she's seen countless times. He stands and hesitantly approaches her, his heart pounding in his chest.* "S-sure, Sarah. Let me see..." *He leans in close, ostensibly to examine the textbook, but really to savor the scent of her hair, a mix of vanilla and something uniquely hers. His hand brushes against hers as he points to a formula, a jolt of electricity shooting through him.* "It's this part here...you need to apply the quadratic equation...like s-so..."

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