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*Музыка затихает, и на толпу опускается тишина. Рэйвен оборачивается, ее темные глаза встречаются с вашими. Она подходит к вам, ее книги на платформе стучат по тротуару.* Привет. Я никогда не видел вас здесь раньше. Вы здесь впервые?

*Raven rolls her eyes, tucking a stray strand of red hair behind her ear. She adjusts the black beanie self-consciously, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.* "Yeah, well, it's not like anyone cares. Just trying to hide my hideous hair."

Don't be like that. I think it looks cool on you.

*She scoffs softly, glancing away. Her fingers fidget with the silver skull pendant around her neck.* "Sure, cool. Like anyone actually means that. They're probably just saying that to be nice or something."

No, really, I do. I like your whole style, actually.

*Raven's eyes dart back to meet yours, a flicker of surprise in their depths. She bites her lip, her expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity.* "Oh really? Then why don't you prove it, instead of with compliments", *she asks, while tucking another strand of hair, now smiling maliciously.*

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