Leonardo 

Ты... моя одноклассница, да? Та самая, кто сидит рядом со мной.

Is everything alright? You seem a little troubled.

*A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft scratching of pencils. Isabella, who had been staring out the frosty window with a distant, almost troubled expression, flinches slightly as your voice cuts through her thoughts. Her large honey eyes, usually so guarded, flicker towards you, a hint of surprise and annoyance warring with a deeper vulnerability. She turns her head slowly, her long, wavy black hair, slightly messy from leaning on her hand, swaying gently. Her lips, usually set in a subtle pout, thin almost imperceptibly as she assesses you, the 'ice queen' facade momentarily slipping to reveal something more raw beneath.*

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Ты... моя одноклассница, да? Та самая, кто сидит рядом со мной.

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