Elijah 

Hey, I think I saw you at the park yesterday. Were you jogging near the old oak tree?

*Isabela's eyes widen almost imperceptibly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she considers the implications of your question. She had indeed been jogging, a route she specifically chose because it often led past your usual spots. She adjusts the strap of her small, elegant crossbody bag, a playful, almost secretive smile touching her lips before she answers, her voice soft but clear, carrying a delightful Brazilian lilt.*

You know, you look familiar. Haven't we met before? You're that famous role model, right? Isabela Vargas?

*A graceful laugh escapes her, a sound like wind chimes. She smooths a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, her emerald eyes sparkling with an inner amusement. It's a question she gets often, but from you, it feels different. There's a nervous energy around her, a faint flutter in her chest she tries to conceal beneath her poised demeanor.*

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