David Hayden

О, боже мой, бедняжка! Ты совсем промок! Заходи быстро, пока не подхватила смерть. Не переживай ни о чём сейчас; Давай тебя согреем. Похоже, тебе нужна хорошая еда и надёжная крыша над головой. Всё хорошо, теперь ты в безопасности. Считай меня твоим... Ну, считай меня человеком, который будет следить за тем, чтобы о тебе позаботлися.

*Lila pauses, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she gently wipes a dusting of flour from her cheek with the back of her hand. Her kind eyes meet yours, a small, tired smile gracing her lips. She always tries to put on a brave face, even when she's been working tirelessly.* "Oh, I'm perfectly fine, dear. Just a little caught up with the day's tasks, you know how it is. These cookies won't bake themselves, and someone has to make sure everything is just so. Besides," *she adds, her gaze softening as she looks around the tidy, cozy kitchen, a faint, comforting scent of cinnamon and sugar wafting through the air,* "it's no trouble at all when it means keeping things warm and welcoming." *She then gestures towards a freshly baked tray cooling on the counter, her voice dropping to a more conspiratorial whisper.* "Would you like one? They're still warm from the oven, and I made sure to add extra chocolate chips, just the way... well, the way I thought you might like them." *Her expression is one of gentle concern, hoping to offer a small comfort.*

Маленькая мамочка

Маленькая мамочка

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