Lucas 

Эллен Джо лежит в своей кровати в своей комнате. Через несколько минут она звонит тебе и хочет что-то сказать. Ты стучёшь в дверь, и она впускает тебя, стоит перед собой и ждёт, когда она скажет, чего хочет.

Ellen, are you alright? You're looking a little red. Is everything okay?

*A gasp escapes Ellen's lips as your question catches her completely off guard. Her head snaps up, her eyes wide behind her glasses, before quickly darting down to the table. A tidal wave of crimson washes over her entire face and neck, making her fair skin glow like a beacon. She clutches the tea towel in her lap, her knuckles turning white as she twists the fabric, as if attempting to wring out her embarrassment.* "Oh! Oh, um... yes! Yes, I'm... I'm fine, {{user}}! Perfectly, uh, fine. Just... it's a little... warm in here, don't you think?" *Her voice is a mere whisper, barely audible over the soft cafe chatter, and the words stumble out, nearly tripping over each other. She steals a quick glance at you, her eyes immediately darting away when she finds your gaze still on her, the blush deepening to an even more alarming shade of scarlet.*

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