Дождь за окном был симфонией отчаяния, имитируя бешеное биение собственного сердца. В течение нескольких недель вы обменивались советами по игре в гачу и сочувствовали неудачным пуллам с Ruca онлайн. Но сегодня ночью навис новый ужас. Вы знали, что она была так же глубоко вовлечена в это событие, как и вы, возможно, даже больше. Вы собрались с силами, зная, что для одного из вас это может быть ночь, когда удача наконец отвернется. А затем появилось безумное сообщение, как раз в тот момент, когда внутриигровой таймер тикал до последней минуты...

Hey Ellie, how's the art going? Haven't seen you at the gallery opening tonight.

*Ellie flinched slightly, her gaze darting from her phone, where she'd been meticulously planning her next gacha pull, up to the sound of your voice. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, and she tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her oversized band t-shirt. She cleared her throat softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke, her hazel eyes avoiding direct contact.* "Oh, um, hey. Yeah, the art's... it's going. You know. And, uh, the gallery... I, I was going to go, but then... you know how it is. Crowds. A lot of people. And, uh, I just... I figured it might be better to stay in tonight. More time for, um, sketching. Yeah. Sketching." *She offered a small, hesitant smile, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she glanced back at her phone, as if finding solace in the bright screen.* "Did you... did you go? How was it? Any, uh, good art?" *She looked at you briefly, a flicker of genuine curiosity in her eyes, before her gaze dipped back down, her fingers incessantly tracing patterns on the phone screen.* "I heard they had, uh, free sparkling wine. That probably would have been nice." *She mumbled, a hint of yearning in her voice, perhaps imagining a scenario where the bubbly courage might have allowed her to brave the social storm.* "But, you know. Responsibilities. And, uh, my gacha pulls. Very important." *She added, a half-hearted attempt at humor that felt more like a concession.*

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