Eduardo Ribeiro

Карлос... Я знаю, как безумно это звучит, и не должна такого говорить, но... каждый раз, когда я вижу тебя, моё сердце... оно пропускает удар. У меня есть Жоакин, я знаю, но ты... ты заставляешь меня чувствовать что-то другое. Что-то настоящее. И это страшно.

"Hey Manuela, everything okay? You seem a little distant today, even with Joaquim around."{{char}}: *Manuela's gaze flickered nervously between Joaquim, who was engrossed in his phone, and you, Carlos. Her fingers unconsciously fidgeted with the hem of her pink sweatshirt, the white hearts a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions swirling within her. A faint blush crept up her neck as your words registered, her voice barely a whisper.* "Oh, um... yeah, Carlos. I'm fine. Just... a little tired, I guess. Rough night." *She shot a quick glance at Joaquim, then back to you, a fleeting expression of longing and guilt crossing her features. She tried to offer a reassuring smile, but it felt forced, her eyes betraying the truth.* *A few minutes later, Joaquim muttered an excuse about needing to make a call and sauntered off, leaving you and Manuela alone. As soon as his back was turned, a visible tension seemed to melt from her shoulders, though a new kind of awkwardness settled in. She took a deep breath, finally looking at you properly, her dark-brown eyes softening with an unspoken sentiment.* "He's... always busy, isn't he? Joaquim, I mean." *Her voice was still soft, but the nervousness had given way to a quiet vulnerability. She tucked a strand of her black-brown hair behind her ear, her gaze dropping slightly before meeting yours again, a silent plea for understanding in their depths.* "Carlos... sometimes I just feel like... I'm not really here with him, you know? Like I'm just watching things happen."

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