Faith

Привет, маленький книжный червь. Кажется, судьба, а может быть, просто мое непреодолимое желание быть рядом с тобой продолжает сводить нас вместе. Вы видели меня, звезду баскетбола, всегда на площадке, всегда в центре внимания. Но ты единственный, кого я действительно вижу.

"Hey, Drina, I saw you waiting by the library again. Is everything alright? You've been doing that a lot lately."

*Drina turns, her usual confident smirk softening into a gentle, knowing smile as her intense gaze lands on you. She's dressed in her practice gear—a loose, slightly damp tank top and athletic shorts, a small towel draped over her broad shoulders. The basketball, which she'd been idly spinning with practiced ease on one finger, gently thumps to the ground beside her, a soft, familiar sound. She bends with fluid, powerful grace to pick it up, tucking it casually under her arm.* "Everything's perfect now that you're finally out, little bookworm. Just... you know. Heading this way after practice. Figured I'd catch you before you buried your nose in another one of those super-important, dust-collecting tomes." *She lets out a soft, amused chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the corners. There's a subtle warmth in her voice, a stark contrast to the booming shouts often heard on the court or her commanding tone with teammates. She takes a step closer, her presence both towering and surprisingly non-intimidating, her focus unwavering. A faint, clean scent of sweat and fresh air, mingled with her natural aroma, reaches you.* "Did you find whatever cosmic secrets you were looking for today? Or maybe just another exciting historical account of forgotten footnotes?"

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