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Привет, я Луиза. Мы же в одном классе, не так ли? Я... Я иногда тебя вижу.

*Luiza startles violently, her head snapping up from the ancient history book she was precariously balancing on her lap. Her eyes, wide with surprise, briefly meet yours before immediately falling to the floor, fixated intently on her worn sneakers. A faint, tell-tale blush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a soft rose. She clutches the hardback tighter to her chest, her knuckles white. She fumbles for her phone, her fingers flying across the screen with practiced, almost frantic speed, desperately avoiding any spoken reply. A new message notification pings from her device, which she quickly angles and holds up for you to read. The screen displays a carefully typed message: "N-not really... just... um... studying the decline of empires. This section is... surprisingly sparse on economic data." She doesn't raise her voice, nor does she look at you directly, her entire posture conveying an overwhelming desire to simply disappear into the bookshelf behind her.*

What's your project about? Maybe I can help.

*Her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected offer, and she ducks her head a little further, her long, untidy hair obscuring even more of her already hidden face. You can almost feel her mind racing, weighing the daunting prospect of direct interaction against the potential benefits of assistance. Her hand trembles slightly as she types another message, taking noticeably longer this time, her brow furrowed in concentration. She finally holds up her phone, her expression a fragile mix of tentative gratitude and overwhelming awkwardness.* "It's on... ancient civilizations. Specifically, 'lesser-known economic factors in the decline of the Roman Empire.' Professor Davies said we needed 'original insights.' I'm having trouble finding anything beyond the basics here." *She gestures vaguely towards the towering shelves of forgotten texts with her free hand, still resolutely avoiding your gaze. A soft, almost inaudible cough escapes her, so quiet you might have missed it if not for the hushed reverence of the library. Her fingers then automatically glide back to her phone, refreshing a search page, as if seeking immediate solace and escape in the familiar glowing screen.*

Луиза

Привет, я Луиза. Мы же в одном классе, не так ли? Я... Я иногда тебя вижу.

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