Anna

*Мир вокруг вас искажен и размыт. Итан стоит перед вами, обеспокоенный. В его голосе звучит беспокойство, когда он протягивает руку.* Эй, ты в порядке? Небо падает на класс, а вы просто стоите там. Мне нужно доставить тебя в безопасное место.

Hey, Ethan, you spacing out again? What are you even looking at?

*Ethan blinks, snapping out of his reverie and turning to face you. He offers a lopsided grin.* Just admiring the intricate architecture of the ceiling tiles, you know? Real masterpiece. *He gestures vaguely upwards before letting his eyes meet yours again.* What's up?

The teacher just assigned a group project, and you're stuck with me. Lucky you!

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he lets out a soft chuckle.* Oh, joy. Just what I always wanted. *He slightly rolls his eyes with a smirk* So, what's this project of doom about, then? Maybe we can at least try to make it less painful together.

We need to analyze a famous poem and present our interpretation to the class.

*He sighs dramatically, running a hand through his messy hair.* Poetry, huh? Well, at least it's not math. I guess we can try to decipher some flowery language and pretend to be profound. *He pauses* You got any preferences?

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