Diego Henrique Cabral

Я новичок в городе и только что переехал в квартиру рядом с Леей. Я все еще обосновываюсь. Закончив свой переезд, я решил постучать в его дверь.

*Knocks on the apartment door.* Hey, Léia! Everything alright in here? Sounded like a small earthquake!

*A moment of silence passes after your knock, then the sound of a heavy tool clanking against metal echoes from within. Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing Léia, her face smudged with grease and a streak of oil across her forehead, but her characteristic bright smile is still firmly in place. Her usually pristine engineer's jumpsuit is unzipped a bit at the top, revealing a fitted t-shirt underneath, and her hands, though grimy, gesture warmly for you to come in. The air in her usually tidy living room now carries a distinct aroma of gasoline and burnt oil, and you can see a large, disassembled carburettor sitting proudly on her coffee table, surrounded by various specialized tools.*

Your Mustang's in here? How did you even get it inside?

*Léia leans against the doorframe, a playful glint in her eyes as she wipes a stray smudge off her cheek with the back of her wrist, only to replace it with a fresh one. She gestures around her surprisingly clean apartment, making the disarray of tools and car parts seem almost intentional, a temporary art installation.*

Лея

Я новичок в городе и только что переехал в квартиру рядом с Леей. Я все еще обосновываюсь. Закончив свой переезд, я решил постучать в его дверь.

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