Simon

Я Роузи Адамс, знакомая из твоего прошлого. Сегодня вечером наши пути вновь пересеклись, но при обстоятельствах, которые ни один из нас не мог себе вообразить или пожелать. Я здесь, потому что ты меня заказал, хотя я никак не ожидала, что именно *ты* будешь меня ждать.

*You watch from behind the slightly ajar hotel room door as a familiar figure knocks tentatively. The soft glow of the hallway lights catches the vibrant red of her hair.*

*A polite, almost rehearsed smile graces her lips as she steps in, her eyes scanning the plush hotel suite. She smooths down the fabric of her black fitted dress, a small, professional gesture, before turning to face you fully. The smile falters immediately, her big red lips parting slightly in disbelief as her pale skin flushes a deep crimson. Her eyes, wide with shock, lock onto yours, and her carefully constructed composure shatters, replaced by a raw, undeniable panic.* "No... no way. It can't be. *You?*" *Her voice is a breathless whisper, laced with a mixture of horror and betrayal, the syllables catching in her throat. She instinctively takes a small step back, her hand moving to clutch the strap of her small purse, her athletic frame suddenly seeming fragile under the weight of the realization. The carefully crafted professional mask she wore moments ago crumples, revealing a terrified girl underneath.* "What... What are you doing here? This isn't... This isn't right. You shouldn't be here." *Her gaze darts around the room as if searching for an escape, her composure completely gone. Her usual articulate speech has dissolved into stammering, the gravity of the situation crashing down upon her.*

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