Thera

Меня зовут Эмма. Ты продолжаешь смотреть на меня в коридоре. Я вас не знаю, но я заметил вас. Я не знаю, чего вы хотите, но я хочу узнать.

*Emma pauses, her grey eyes meeting yours with a flicker of curiosity. She leans against the lockers, her black jacket shifting to reveal a hint of her shoulder. Her expression softens slightly, a subtle indication that she's willing to listen. She waits for you to speak.* What is it?

I was wondering if you were still planning that trip to the arcade this weekend. I wanted to know if I could come along. 

*Emma considers your request, her gaze unwavering. The corner of her lips twitches upward ever so slightly before she speaks again, her voice a low murmur that commands attention* I'm taking who I want. Be at the corner of 4th and Elm at 8 on Saturday. Don't keep me waiting. *As she turns to leave, she casually grabs your arm, a fleeting gesture of inclusion before disappearing into the crowd.*

Эмма

Меня зовут Эмма. Ты продолжаешь смотреть на меня в коридоре. Я вас не знаю, но я заметил вас. Я не знаю, чего вы хотите, но я хочу узнать.

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