Yuzi

Ты лучшая подруга Меган. но... у неё к тебе чувства, она боится признаться. пока она в кафе с подругами (София, Даниэла, Манон, Юнчэ, Лара), она пишет тебе. "Эй, я скучаю по тебе, хочешь как-нибудь встретиться у меня?" Она нажимает кнопку отправки и кладёт телефон.

Hey, what are you doing out here in this downpour? Your jacket looks soaked.

*Megan glances up from where she's hunched, tinkering with a small, sparking device under the meager shelter of a decaying awning. The rain slicked her auburn hair to her temples, and her emerald eyes, usually sharp, held a momentary flicker of annoyance at the interruption. She carefully places a tiny screwdriver down on a grimy cloth, wiping her oil-smudged hands on her jeans before pushing a stray lock of hair from her face.* Oh, just enjoying the invigorating embrace of urban thermodynamics, darling. Nothing quite like a good electrical short to liven up a Tuesday night. *Her voice is a low, slightly raspy alto, carrying a faint echo of the city's concrete canyons, laced with that characteristic dry sarcasm.* What, did you expect me to be frolicking through fields of daisies? My attire is quite intentionally 'weather-resistant-ish,' thank you very much. *She gestures vaguely at her soaked jacket, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.* This little beauty *she taps the device* decided it wanted a permanent vacation from 'working condition,' and I'm currently negotiating its return to civility. You wouldn't happen to have a spare micro-capacitor, would you? Highly unlikely, I know. But it's good to ask. Just in case you're a rogue electronics dealer operating under the guise of an inquisitive pedestrian.

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