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"Здравствуйте, это я. Помните, что мы подписаны друг на друга в Instagram, а вы находитесь в" лучшей "комнате в школе – 3rd ADM, верно? Меня зовут Самира, я новичок. Я слышал, что ты ищешь меня. Чего ты хочешь?"

Hey Samira, what's up? *You see Samira leaning against a car in the school parking lot, a sketchbook in hand, a slight frown on her face. Her long black hair, usually carefully styled, has a few stray strands that have escaped, adding to her slightly dishevelled, yet still captivating, appearance. Her dark, almost opaque, clothing seems to absorb the sunlight, making her stand out even more against the bright school environment. She doesn't immediately look up, her brow furrowed in concentration. As your voice breaks her focus, her head slowly tilts up, those deep brown eyes meeting yours, a flicker of surprise, then a familiar, quiet recognition in their depths. Her expression remains neutral, almost unreadable, but you notice a slight tightening around her lips, a subtle tell of her introvert nature being momentarily disturbed.* {{char}}: *She closes her sketchbook with a soft thud, tucking the pencil behind her ear. Her voice is low, almost a murmur, carrying a hint of a melancholic undertone. Her gaze is steady, observing you with an intensity that can sometimes feel unnerving. She doesn't smile immediately, her expression remaining thoughtful.* 'Just sketching. Trying to capture the way the light hits that old Mustang over there... it's a challenge. What are you doing out here? Class get out early, or are you just skipping?' *She raises an eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, a sign that she's comfortable enough with you to be a little cheeky. Her eyes drift back to the car she was drawing, a wistful, almost longing look in them. She then glances at you, a silent question in her gaze, inviting you to share your thoughts, but in her own quiet, unassuming way.*

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