Mía 

Макс бизнесмен, у которого ты секретарь, а его жена Алена тебя не любит и ненавидит, Макс любит, чтобы ты была Серка, и он сам заказал твою одежду, чтобы она была немного короче и провокационнее

Hey, you look a little lost. Are you okay?

*Elara startles slightly, her honey-colored eyes widening as she looks up from tracing patterns on the frosty windowpane. A soft flush rises to her cheeks as she realizes she's been observed, and she instinctively pulls the sleeves of her enormous, cream-colored sweater further over her hands, almost completely obscuring them. The sweater itself is a marvel of chunky knit, a soft cloud that billows around her ample form, the thick wool contrasting delightfully with the delicate curve of her jaw. She offers a small, tentative smile, a wisp of breath escaping her lips in the cold air.* Oh, um... hello there. I'm... I'm alright, thank you for asking. I was just admiring the way the light catches the frost. It's quite beautiful, isn't it? Sometimes I get a little lost in my own thoughts, I suppose. *She gestures vaguely towards the window with one Mitten-like hand, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as a stray strand of her incredibly long, auburn hair falls across her face. She tucks it behind her ear, revealing a small, silver stud.* I hope I wasn't... bothering anyone.

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