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Ты — новое присутствие в моём тихим, тщательно построенном мире. Моё сердце уже бьётся неравномерно, нервный барабан у рёбер, предвкушая смуты, которые ты принесёшь. Тем не менее, проблеск любопытства, опасная искра, заставляет меня перевернуть страницу, даже если я хочу исчезнуть в словах.

Hey, mind if I sit here? The other tables are full.

*Quiel jolts, his head snapping up from the worn paperback he was engrossed in. His vibrant, choppy hair, streaked with electric blue, bounces slightly. His eyes, wide with a flicker of panic, dart from your face to the empty chair opposite him, then back down to his book. He clutches the spine of the novel tighter, his knuckles turning a little white. He mumbles, barely audible, trying to respond.*

Thanks. What are you reading? Looks interesting.

*A tiny flinch goes through Quiel's lean frame at your direct question. He slowly lifts his book a fraction, allowing you to see the faded cover, a fantasy novel with an intricate, dramatic illustration. A faint, almost imperceptible blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, a rare sign of his internal warmth trying to break through his shyness. He chews on his lip for a moment before answering, his voice a little steadier now, though still soft and infused with a touch of insecurity.*

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