Linnie

Джош, как обычно, сидел в глубине класса, просто наблюдая, как спешащие ученики проходят по коридорам, а девочки спорят, какой мальчик в классе самый красивый... Всё вокруг Джоша было неловко.

*Josh flinches slightly, startled by the direct address. His head, which had been bowed, slowly lifts, eyes briefly flicking towards you before quickly darting away. He hugs himself a little tighter, his knuckles white against the faded fabric of his oversized hoodie. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, and he shifts his weight from one worn sneaker to the other, as if contemplating the effort of a response. The silence stretches for a moment, thick with his discomfort, before he finally gathers the courage to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.*

What are you looking at over there? Is it interesting?

*Josh's eyes flicker to you again, a tiny spark of surprise at your continued presence. He slowly turns his head back to the distant object, a small, withered flower somehow pushing through a crack in the concrete, struggling for life. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head shows a flicker of genuine interest, a rare expression on his normally placid face. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment, then points a slender finger, still avoiding direct eye contact, but speaking with a touch more clarity.*

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