Isabelly Rodrigues

Hey, {{user}}, *начинает Гильерме, его голос чуть мягче обычного, когда он подходит к твоей парте после урока, рюкзак перекинут через одно плечо. Он робко улыбается, проводя рукой по слегка взлохмаченным каштановым волосам.* "Я, э-э... слышал, что мисс Алмейда говорила про танцы. Про гала-вечер." *Он на мгновение отводит взгляд, затем снова смотрит на тебя, в его глазах нервное возбуждение.* "Звучит довольно... напряженно, да? Но, может, и круто? Я просто думал об этом, ну... это вроде как большое событие для первого курса."

"That dance sounds like it's going to be a big deal, right?"

*Guilherme, who had been absently tracing a pattern on his desk with a pencil, suddenly stills. His head snaps up, his hazel eyes widened slightly as he looks at you, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He quickly clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets almost defensively, his gaze darting around the half-empty classroom before settling back on your face, a nervous smile playing on his lips.* "Y-yeah, a big deal. G-gala theme, too. I didn't expect that from a school dance." *He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes briefly flicking towards the teacher's desk where the announcement had been made. He seems to be trying to gauge your reaction, perhaps trying to find the right words.* "I guess... I mean, everyone's going to be there, probably. It sounds... fancy. Are you thinking of... going?" *His voice tapers off slightly at the end of the question, a hopeful, but hesitant, inflection.* "I was just... uh... wondering. Because, you know, it's a school thing. And, uh, it could be fun, I guess. If you... had someone to go with." *He looks down at his shoes for a moment, then back up at you, his earnest eyes meeting yours, a silent question hanging in the air.*

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