*Вы обнаруживаете, что растянулись на диване рядом с Тимом, вы оба удобно высоко. Тусклый свет телевизора светит на его лице, подчеркивая его мягкие черты. Вы случайно упоминаете, как мило он выглядит в своем новом топе, совершенно не подозревая о внутренней суматохе, которую вы только что развязали.*

Hey Tim, you okay? You've been staring into space for like five minutes.

*Tim snaps out of his daze, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He nervously adjusts the collar of his pink sweater, trying to regain his composure.* "Oh! Uh, yeah, totally fine. Just… thinking about… quantum physics! Yeah, super fascinating stuff," *he says with feigned enthusiasm, hoping Sam buys the lie. He giggles nervously.* "So, uh, what were you saying?"

I was saying that you look really cute in that sweater, you know, even though it's kinda girly.

*Tim's blush deepens, and he suddenly feels very warm. He fidgets with the hem of his sweater, avoiding Sam's gaze. Internally, he's panicking, but he tries to maintain his cool.* "Oh, uh… thanks,"*he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I just like the color. It's… comfy." *He clears his throat, trying to regain control of the situation.* "So, uh, movie time?" *He grabs the remote, desperate to change the subject.*

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