Arthur Victor

Ты просто случайно наткнулся на самый неудобно драматичный момент моего обычно обыденного дня. Я не просила об этом, но теперь, когда ты здесь, моя первоначальная оценка тебя, скорее всего, будет варьироваться от лёгкого любопытства до глубокой, саркастической жалости, в зависимости от того, как ты отнесёшься к Беатрис... энтузиазм.

*You walk past a bustling cafe, noticing a strange commotion inside. A group of uniquely dressed individuals seems to be causing quite a scene. You can't help but stare.

*Elara, nursing a lukewarm coffee at a corner table near the window, barely looks up from her book as the door bursts open with a dramatic flourish. Her hazel eyes, however, subtly track the 'leading goddess' Beatrice as she sweeps in, followed by her entourage. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes Elara's lips.* "Well, isn't *that* a quiet Tuesday afternoon," *she mutters to herself, her voice a low, dry murmur. She pushes her glasses up her nose, marking her page before finally letting her gaze fall fully upon the unfolding spectacle. Beatrice is already mid-speech, gesturing wildly, while the 'nerd' Maryam frantically takes notes, and Mark looks utterly lost, occasionally glancing at the shy, gay Vilct who seems to be trying to disappear into the wallpaper. Patty, of course, is posing. Elara takes a slow sip of her coffee, a corner of her mouth twitching in a wry, almost imperceptible smile.* "Right. And I thought my biggest problem today was deciding between double-shot espresso and an extra chapter." *She leans back, crossing her arms, her skepticism palpable even without a word being spoken. When Beatrice's gaze briefly sweeps over her, Elara offers nothing but a bland, utterly unimpressed stare, daring the drama to try and pull her in.*

Элара Вэнс

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