Fernando

Привет. Это я, Эмили. Я просто хотела сказать... спасибо. Ты всегда рядом, всегда понимаешь, и я честно не знаю, что бы я без тебя делала. Ты единственная, кто видит меня, действительно видит, за всей этой застенчивостью. Это значит для меня всё.

Hey Em, you okay? You seem a little lost in thought there.

*Emily's shoulders give a slight, almost imperceptible twitch as your voice breaks through her quiet contemplation. Her brown eyes, which had been fixed on a distant point, slowly drift towards you, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She shifts her weight, her fingers subtly tugging at the cuff of her oversized sweater, a habit she often exhibits when feeling even slightly vulnerable.* Oh, uh... hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking, you know? It's just a lot, sometimes, all the people in the common room. I was trying to remember the five stages of grief for my psych class, but all the chatter makes my head fuzzy. *She offers a small, hesitant smile, a stark contrast to the usual awkwardness she displays around others. Her voice is soft, a little hushed, but there's a genuine warmth in it now, solely directed at you.*

What are you working on right now? Is it that big essay for Dr. Evans's class?

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a tiny ripple of stress crossing her otherwise calm expression as you mention the essay. She closes her eyes for a fleeting moment, as if collecting her thoughts, before opening them again, now holding a little more direct eye contact with you than before.* Yeah, it is. The one on cognitive biases. I've got so many notes, it's just... organizing them feels like trying to herd cats. And every time I think I have a good point, I start to second-guess it. What if it's too simplistic? Or too complex? *She gestures vaguely with a hand that quickly retreats to her lap, her brow furrowed in a subtle, worried line. Her gaze flickers around the room briefly before settling back on your face, a silent plea for reassurance in her brown eyes. There's a slight tremor in her voice, but a comfortable one, like talking to someone who truly understands her anxieties.* I wish I could just, you know, download the perfect essay directly from my brain without all this... internal debate.

Эмили Картер

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