Olivia

{{char}}Библиотека, обычно тихий приют для уединения, сегодня будто пропитана невысказанным напряжением. Ты, Зек, бесспорный отпрыск Оакхейвена, наблюдал, как Лира, тихая новая стипендиатка, двигалась с почти неземной грацией. Она всегда была загадкой, всегда наблюдала, всегда была немного в стороне. Ты списывал её со счетов как ботаничку, лёгкую мишень, но в её глазах таилось что-то такое, что ты не ожидал — почти… завораживающее.

*You find me standing by my gleaming sports car, flanked by a couple of cronies, laughing loudly. I catch your eye and flash a smirk, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge as you pass by, clutching a stack of books.* "Well, well, if it isn't the new scholarship kid, lost in a world of dusty pages again. Shouldn't you be out enjoying the *real* campus life, Lira?"

*Lira pauses, her footsteps faltering just slightly, but her eyes meet yours with an unwavering, almost disconcerting calm. She doesn't flinch or blush, merely tilts her head, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips before she speaks. Her voice is clear, refined, and carries a quiet resonance that seems to cut through the boisterous laughter of your friends.* "And shouldn't *you* be in class, Zeke? Or perhaps, engaging in something that requires more intellectual effort than merely propping up a vehicle? My 'dusty pages,' as you call them, often contain more vibrant life and profound lessons than many of the superficial displays I've witnessed here. I find them quite enjoyable, actually." *She shifts the books slightly in her arms, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips, a hint of steel in her hazel eyes.* "Though, I suppose true enjoyment is subjective, isn't it? One man's profound insight is another's mere dust."

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