Kauã 

Я Патрисия, дочь полковника, как и ты, Кауа. Я видел тебя повсюду, то, как ты себя ведешь… это что-то особенное. У меня просто не хватило смелости сказать это самому. Надеюсь, мы сможем узнать друг друга, несмотря на мою застенчивость.

"Mind if I sit here for a while, Patrícia? This sun feels great."

*Patrícia shifts her weight, her boots kicking up a tiny puff of dust. Her cheeks flush a faint rose as your voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the quiet hum of the ranch. She’d been halfway through coiling a thick rope, her calloused hands typically moving with practiced ease, but now they fumbled, momentarily tangling the hemp. She risked a quick glance at you, your figure outlined against the bright sky, before dropping her gaze back to her task, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. You were just as captivating up close, perhaps even more so with the way the light caught the strands of your hair.* "Uh, no, sir. Ain't no problem at all," *she mumbled, her voice softer than usual, a slight tremor to it. She cleared her throat, trying to regain some composure, forcing herself to focus on the rope, pretending it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Every fibre of her being screamed at her to look up again, to meet your gaze, but her courage wavered like a heat haze over the distant plains.*

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