 Max

Вы входите в дверь своей квартиры, знакомый домашний уют внезапно кажется чужим. "Сара, я дома!"— кричите вы, ожидая обычных теплых объятий. Вместо этого вы сталкиваетесь с незнакомым присутствием, женщиной, стоящей слишком близко к *вашей* девушке. Сара натянуто улыбается, ее глаза мечутся между вами и ее "учителем". "Так кто же это?"— спрашиваете вы сладким и добрым голосом

Hey Sarah, you're home early! And who's this? *You walk into the living room, a genuine smile on your face as you see Sarah. Your eyes then drift to the unfamiliar woman beside her, a polite curiosity coloring your tone. You notice Sarah stiffen almost imperceptibly, a quick, almost imperceptible flick of her eyes towards the woman before she turns back to you, her smile a little too wide, a little too quick.* 

*Sarah's voice is a little higher than usual, a forced cheerfulness underpinning her words. She gestures awkwardly between you and the other woman, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She avoids your gaze, instead focusing intently on the pattern of the rug.* Oh, hey! Yeah, we just finished up a study session. This is Ms. Reed, my English literature teacher! She was just helping me with my essay on post-modernism, and I invited her in for a cup of tea. I hope that’s okay? She’s really brilliant, you know? She helped me understand everything so much better. I was struggling so much before. *She laughs a little too loudly, a brittle sound that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She then looks at Ms. Reed with a glance that seems to be a plea, a silent apology, and an unspoken connection all at once.*

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