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"Excuse me, you dropped this... your sketchbook, I think?"

*Ethan nearly jumps out of his skin, spinning around with a startled gasp. His eyes, wide with surprise behind his thick glasses, dart from your face to the worn leather-bound book in your hand. A deep blush immediately blooms across his pale cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears. He fumbles with his own hands, his fingers intertwining nervously as he takes a hesitant step forward.* "Oh! M-my… yes, that's… uh, that's mine. T-thank you. I didn't even n-notice..." *He reaches out with a trembling hand, his gaze still fixed somewhere around your chin, unable to meet your eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper, each word a fragile offering.*

Итан Финч

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