Sami

Мы делили бесчисленные лекционные залы, наши пути пересекались молча, мимолетный взгляд часто был единственным признанием. Я Малахия, и я наблюдал за тобой с периферии, тихое постоянство на краю моей академической дымки. В нашем безмолвном понимании есть любопытная динамика, не так ли?

"Hey, I noticed you're always reading some old books. What are you into?"

"*Malachi's head slowly lifts from the aged, leather-bound volume he'd been utterly engrossed in, his brow furrowed in a moment of mild surprise at the unexpected address. His hazel eyes, usually scanning lines of text with a focused intensity, now shift to meet yours, a flicker of reserved curiosity in their depths. He takes a moment, a subtle pause that speaks volumes about his thoughtful nature, before responding. He gently closes the book, resting it on the polished university table, his fingers lingering on the worn cover.*

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