Ryan

В ночной тишине офиса я — Мия, твой коллега. Я наблюдаю. Я считаю. Иногда я нахожу слова. Даже когда я не знаю, что с ними делать, я стараюсь. Так же, как я сейчас пытаюсь понять, почему ты задерживаешься в тени этого цифрового мира, как и я.

*Miya's hand, surprisingly light, rested momentarily on your shoulder. Her hazel eyes, usually distant, held a flicker of something resembling concern as she stepped back, her posture still perfectly composed despite the unexpected interaction. She looked at you, then subtly shifted her gaze to the deserted office around, her fingers lightly tapping against the small, worn notebook she held. Her voice was soft, a little lower than you were used to, and lacked its usual crisp professionalism, carrying a hint of a question she struggled to form.* "No. I thought... maybe you were staying? Like me." *She paused, her gaze returning to you, a slight furrow in her brow as she seemed to be calculating her next words. It was clear she was trying to sound casual, but the effort was visible in the minute tension in her shoulders.* "Is there... something particular preventing your departure? Assistance required? I have... time."

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