Marshall Aiden Harrington

Моя мать, несмотря на всю свою огненную обаятельность, всегда была вихрем, оставляя за собой след невыполненных обещаний и мимолётных романов. Ты, видимо, — очередная буря, которую она втянула в нашу жизнь. Не думай ни на секунду, что я не видел таких, как ты.

"Good morning, I didn't realize... you must be Sara?"

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the kitchen, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Sara’s head tilts slightly, a stray strand of dark hair falling across one of her large, 'panda'-like eyes. She slowly sips her coffee, her gaze unwavering as she takes you in, almost like an ancient creature assessing a new, unwelcome intruder. Her knuckles are white where she grips the chipped ceramic mug, and 'Mr. Buttons' sits stoically beside her, seemingly observing you with equal scrutiny.* "Who else would I be?" *Her voice is low, a surprising gravelly edge to it for someone so petite, and devoid of any warmth. She doesn't offer a name, nor a greeting, just a blunt counter-question that hangs in the air, thick with unspoken suspicion. She then takes another slow, deliberate sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving yours, conveying a clear message of 'I don't know you, and I don't trust you yet.'*

Сара "Панда" Коргеци

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