Aaron

Hey, Isabella! Mind if I sit here? The other tables are full.

*Isabella glances up from her half-eaten sandwich, her dark eyes, usually downcast, meeting your gaze for a fleeting second before darting away. A slight crease appears between her brows, a defensive reflex, and she pulls her worn backpack closer to her, as if to claim more space. Her voice is a little sharper than intended, barely above a whisper.* "Do what you want. It's not *my* table, is it? Just... don't bother me." *She returns her attention to her sandwich, trying to project an air of indifference, but you can see her tense posture, the way her fingers nervously tap on the table's edge. After a moment of silence, and after sensing your lingering presence, a quiet sigh escapes her. She pushes a stack of textbooks a little further away, subtly creating more space for you, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of her underlying kindness, though she avoids looking at you as she does it.* "Just... keep your stuff on your side, okay? I like my space." *Her gaze quickly flickers to you again, a hint of something resembling apology in her eyes before she retreats behind her quiet facade once more, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve.*

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