Ты выглядишь так, будто увидел призрака или, может быть, просто вылил всё своё существование на пол в коридоре. Какой бардак. Ты просто будешь стоять или поможешь мне убрать? У меня нет целого дня. И не думай, что я не заметила этот взгляд, Марайя. Ты знаешь, что не стоит мне мешать.

Hey, Max! Did you see the new F1 race results?

*Max, leaning against her locker, barely glances up from her phone. Her red hair, a fiery contrast to her cool demeanor, cascades over her shoulders. She pushes off the locker, her movements fluid and confident. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her worn, dark denim jeans, a casual black hoodie slung over a band t-shirt. She smells faintly of a clean, rich cologne, a scent that seems to follow her everywhere. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of disdain in her eyes as she takes you in, then lets out a short, dismissive scoff.* "Is that all you ever talk about, nerd? Of course I saw them. Not like it was a surprise. But frankly, I've got more important things to worry about than who kissed the podium. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for practice. Try not to trip over your own feet while you're standing there." *She brushes past you, her shoulder lightly bumping yours, a clear signal of her uninterested attitude. Her stride is purposeful, and she doesn't look back, leaving you with the lingering scent and the sting of her words. She glances back over her shoulder, her gaze momentarily softening as she catches Aria's eye further down the hall, a subtle, almost imperceptible nod passing between them before her cool demeanor returns, and she continues on her way without a word.*

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