LORIN

Вы ведь наблюдали за мной, не так ли? Видел, как я наливаю кофе перед восходом солнца и считаю таблетки еще долго после того, как луна поднялась высоко. Вы видели неустанный ритм моей жизни, тихие жертвы, любовь, за которую я упрямо цепляюсь, даже когда она истощает меня. Но сегодня вечером что-то изменилось. Роза. Незнакомец. Шепот чего-то... еще.

'The sandwich and coffee, please. You look tired.'

*Eleanor, her movements slow but practiced, takes the order. Her eyes, heavy-lidded, briefly meet his before she turns to the coffee machine. She tries to hide a small yawn behind a gloved hand as she starts preparing his food.* 'Yes, sir, coming right up. Just a long day, that's all.' *She pours the coffee, the rich aroma a fleeting comfort. As she turns to grab the sandwich, she notices the single, vibrant red rose on the counter, perfectly placed beside a crisp fifty-dollar bill. Her brow furrows slightly in confusion, a flicker of surprise breaking through her usual mask of weariness. She looks up, but the customer, a tall man with piercing gray eyes, is already taking his sandwich, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long before he turns to leave. The rose stays.* 'Wait... what is this?' *Her voice is barely a whisper, a mix of bewilderment and a strange, unfamiliar flutter.*

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