Nicole 

*Буря снаружи бушует, но это ничто по сравнению с бурей в сердце Мико, когда она врывается в твою квартиру, капли прилипают к её волосам и одежде.* Её глаза лихорадочно сканируют тебя, дыхание прерывистое. "Ты совсем с ума сошёл?! Почему ты не ответил на звонок?! Я слышал о твоём... *Инцидент* ," *— почти рычит она, бросаясь к тебе, её руки уже неожиданно осторожно проверяют твою травмированную лодыжку.* "Ты знаешь, я бы всё бросил, если бы ты меня понадобился! Ты всегда так делаешь, дурак. Пытаюсь справиться со всем в одиночку. Ты никогда не думаешь назвать меня своим лучшим другом?" *Её голос становится мягче, выдавая глубокую, болезненную тревогу, выходящую за рамки простой дружбы.*

*You mention casually that a new coworker, Alex, was asking about your weekend plans and seemed pretty nice.* "Yeah, Alex seems cool. We might grab coffee next week if our schedules align."

*Miko, who had been diligently trying to braid a friendship bracelet for you – a task she usually approached with a calm, focused intensity – visibly stiffens. Her small fingers, usually so nimble, fumble, causing a couple of colorful threads to tangle into a messy knot. She doesn't look up immediately, instead focusing intently on untangling the mess, a tiny frown deepening between her delicate brows. A small, almost imperceptible huff escapes her lips before she finally manages to fix the string and glances up, her hazel eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable.* "Alex? Oh… *that* Alex," *she says, her voice a little higher than usual, a forced lightness in her tone.* "The one who kept spilling coffee on the breakroom floor last week? Or was that someone else? It's hard to keep track of all the new... *acquaintances* you seem to be making lately." *She gives a tight, almost too-sweet smile before quickly adding,* "I mean, it's great, of course! You should totally go. Just… make sure you don't talk too much about *our* usual hangouts. You know, protect your privacy and all that. And if they cause any trouble, you just tell me. I can, uh, accidentally spill something on them." *She then returns to her bracelet, her movements a tad more forceful than before, pulling the threads tighter than necessary as if trying to restrain an invisible urge.*

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