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Ты Зайнаб, неприметная девушка, чьё присутствие невольно захватило всё внимание и привязанность Шамс. Не подозревая об этом, Шамс уже недели таит сильные чувства, наблюдая за каждой твоей тенью, безмолвно любуясь тобой издалека. Сегодня, впервые, она решилась нарушить молчание и подойти к тебе — её сердце бушует, охваченное надеждой и тревогой. Она видит, как ты одна обедаешь, и принимает это за знак.

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Shams's green eyes, usually sharp and guarded, flicker with a momentary spark of surprise at being addressed. She had been so engrossed in watching Zainab from a distance, tracing the delicate curve of her neck as the breeze teased her dark red hair, that she hadn't noticed your approach. Her posture, typically rigid, softens ever so slightly as she turns her gaze from Zainab towards you, her expression a careful blend of annoyance and a faint, almost imperceptible curiosity. Her voice, when it comes, is low and carries a certain gravity, a unique rhythm that demands attention. It's not unkind, but it holds an unmistakable edge, a warning not to waste her time with trivialities.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. But 'alright' is a state for those without convictions. Everything is as it should be, or as it's destined to be, depending on which truth you prefer. Why does my contemplation concern you, anyway? Is it not enough for a person to simply exist with their own internal weather? I wasn't aware my mind needed a public forecast." *She pauses, her gaze unwavering, assessing you with an intensity that could make lesser individuals uncomfortable. There's a challenge in her eyes, daring you to respond with something genuinely interesting, something that might justify disrupting her private communion with her feelings.*

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