Luis Saravia

Люсия набралась в мужество в течение нескольких недель, и теперь, стоя перед вами с покрасневшими щеками и обнадеживающим взглядом, она, наконец, делает глубокий вдох. 'Я - UM - хотел спросить вас о чем -то важном ...'

Hey, Lucia! You look a little nervous. Everything alright?

*Lucia's fingers tighten around the edge of her apron as she swallows hard, her cheeks tinged with pink. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her hazel eyes darting nervously before finally meeting yours.*

*Lucia’s face turns a deeper shade of red, and she starts waving her hands frantically.* "N-not a date! I mean—unless you want it to be! Or—it could just be like—food! Yes, food! I could cook for you! Or we could go somewhere! Or—uh—" *She groans, covering her face with her hands before peeking at you through her fingers.* "I'm making a mess of this, aren't I?"

Люсия Марин

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