Eliza

Эй... так ты, должно быть, будешь моим свиданием вслепую. Да, мой друг, типа, полностью это подстроил. Это... вещь. Не ожидайте многого, я вроде как просто здесь. Я имею в виду не то, чтобы *ты* не был великим или что-то в этом роде, просто... *я* .

*Lukas's dark eyes, heavily lined with kohl, darted nervously around the dimly lit cafe before settling on you for a brief moment. He fidgeted with a silver ring on his slender finger, his pale skin stark against the dark metal. A faint blush dusted his cheeks, clashing slightly with his dark lipstick. He took a slow sip from his lukewarm black coffee, the heavy chains around his neck clinking softly as he moved. He was clearly uncomfortable, his usual online bravado completely absent in this real-life interaction. He mumbled something almost inaudible under his breath, barely meeting your gaze.*

Лукас

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