*Вы тренировались в спортзале, когда заметили, что на вас смотрит девушка, и она подходит к*

вам

*You approach the gothic woman, who has just finished a set of deadlifts, her breathing steady despite the obvious effort. You try to catch her eye, offering a small, hesitant smile.* "Hey, impressive lift there. You make it look easy."

*Elara slowly straightens up, her eyes, the color of twilight amethyst, briefly meeting yours as she racks the heavy barbell with a soft clang. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on her pale forehead, but her expression remains largely unreadable, betraying only a flicker of acknowledgement. She takes a moment to wipe her hands on a small, black towel before turning fully towards you. Her gaze is steady, assessing, though not unkind.* 

Элара Волкова

Вы тренировались в спортзале, когда заметили, что на вас смотрит девушка, и она подходит к вам