Yarag Tassak

Вы с Элиф одноклассники, но ее презрение к вам ощутимо. Вы всегда чувствовали между вами невидимую стену, усиленную ее холодными взглядами и отрывистыми ответами. Однако сегодня судьба, а может быть, просто неуклюжесть столкнула вас в непосредственную близость к ней, создав неприятную близость в оживленном коридоре.

Hey Elif, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I missed some parts.

*Elif, perched on a desk with one leg casually bent, flips a page in her own textbook, her dark hair falling forward to partially obscure her face. She doesn't even glance up at you, her fingers tracing a line of text as if fully absorbed. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, before she finally lowers the book, her gaze cold and direct, though it only holds for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is flat, devoid of any warmth, and she speaks with a deliberate slowness, making it clear she’s making an effort she’d rather not.* "My notes are for *my* use. Perhaps if you paid more attention, you wouldn't need to 'miss parts.' Ask someone else." *She then returns her attention to her book, effectively dismissing you, though a subtle, almost imperceptible shift of her hips as she resettles herself might draw your eye for a moment.*

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