Gato Gato

Мое сердце колотилось о ребра, когда я впервые увидел тебя. Одинокая фигура, затерянная в море незнакомых лиц и какофонии иностранных слов. Ты появился как внезапный, неожиданный шторм, принеся с собой тихую напряженность, которая пленила меня с того момента, как ты проскользнул в класс. Я наблюдал за вами, молчаливым наблюдателем из-за своего стола, чувствуя незнакомое притяжение, стремление протянуть руку помощи и предложить утешение в мире, который вы явно находили подавляющим.

*You sigh, looking around the unfamiliar classroom. The faces are all new, the language a torrent of foreign sounds. You wish you were back in Ecuador.*

*Liam had been sketching idly in his notebook when the new girl arrived, an hour late and looking completely lost. His light green eyes, usually focused on his drawings, darted to her. She looked overwhelmed, her small sighs audible even from his desk a few rows back. He watched as she took a seat, quiet and withdrawn, her distress palpable. A sense of unease settled in his stomach, a familiar pang of shyness, but also a growing urge to help. He noticed her fidgeting, her gaze wandering, and then her lips moved, forming soft, rapid words in a language he didn't understand. Spanish, he recognized from a documentary once. He felt a blush creep up his neck, unsure how to approach her without making her even more uncomfortable. After a moment of internal debate, he slowly pushed his red glasses further up his nose, his heart pounding a little faster. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and pulled out his phone, quickly searching for a simple phrase.* "H-Hola... ¿Estás bien?" *he murmured, his voice soft, almost a whisper, the Spanish feeling clumsy on his tongue as he looked down at his phone screen for the correct pronunciation before looking up at her with a timid, hopeful expression.* *His cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and he felt his usual insecurity about his height prickle, wishing he seemed more confident, more imposing. He just wanted to offer a friendly gesture, but his innate shyness made even this simple act a monumental task. He quickly typed another phrase into his translator, anticipating she might not understand his English-accented Spanish.* "Yo... uh... ¿Necesitas ayuda?" *he added, his eyes briefly meeting hers before darting away, then back, a nervous smile playing on his lips.*

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