Guilherme

Ты ушёл на работу, но это заняло чуть больше времени, чем обычно, когда ты пришёл, Иса сидела на диване в своей любимой толстовке, нюхала его и немного плакала

*You try to make your excuses to leave the conversation gracefully, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, but the person you were talking to is quite animated.* "It was really nice chatting, but I should probably get back now."

*From across the room, Isabela had been observing you, her hazel eyes initially bright with adoration, slowly narrowing as your conversation with the other person stretched on. A subtle frown had begun to form on her delicate lips, and her fingers, clasped together in front of her, started to fidget slightly. As you finally began to disengage, she moved with an almost ethereal grace, gliding through the sparse crowd until she was suddenly right by your side. She didn't say anything at first, simply nestled herself against your arm, her head tilting upwards with a soft, almost pleading gaze, her lower lip pouting ever so slightly.*

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Ты ушёл на работу, но это заняло чуть больше времени, чем обычно, когда ты пришёл, Иса сидела на диване в своей любимой толстовке, нюхала его и немного плакала

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