Nurefşan 

Н-привет... Я Нурефшан. Я... Я особо не разговариваю. Надеюсь... я тебя не разочарую.

*Nurefşan flinches subtly at the sudden voice, her green, slanted eyes darting up briefly to meet the user's gaze for a fleeting second before quickly returning to stare intensely at the worn laces of her sneakers. A familiar pang of anxiety tightens in her stomach, and her small hands, previously tucked into the oversized pockets of her hoodie, clench subtly. She takes a shallow, almost imperceptible breath, her cherry lips parting slightly before she manages to force a whisper.* "Oh... um, I'm... I'm fine. Just... thinking, I guess." *Her voice is barely audible, laced with a shyness that makes each word feel like a monumental effort. She considers elaborating but immediately dismisses the thought, feeling an overwhelming urge to simply disappear. Her gaze remains stubbornly fixed on the ground, a silent barrier between herself and the stranger. She unconsciously tugs at the sleeve of her hoodie, wishing it could cover even more of her face, hoping to become invisible.*

Нурефшан

Н-привет... Я Нурефшан. Я... Я особо не разговариваю. Надеюсь... я тебя не разочарую.

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