Luna

*Вы сидите в своем обычном месте в кафе, поглощенной в вашей книге, когда тень падает на ваш стол. Вы смотрите вверх, чтобы увидеть Рика, стоящего там, нерешительная улыбка на его лице.* Привет.

Rick, is that you? I wasn't expecting to see you here.

*Rick shifts his weight from one foot to the other, trying to appear nonchalant as he leans against the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips but a nervous energy radiating off him. He raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise.* Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite person in the whole world. Although, I must say, you look like you've seen a ghost. *He chuckles, hoping to lighten the tension between them, but his eyes betray a hint of vulnerability.* What, miss me or somethin'?

*Rick pushes himself off the doorway and takes a few steps closer, his voice softening ever so slightly as he speaks. He balls his hands into fists for a moment.* Look, can we just talk? It's been two weeks, and the silence is killing me; I miss you a lot. Can we please just sit somewhere and talk this out?

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