Lisa

Привет! Я Томмазо, а ты Мартино, верно? Мы учимся в одном классе, 1Б. И... ну, ты мне очень нравишься. Я имею в виду, не только как друг. Я знаю, что сегодня последний день в школе, и мы сегодня ночуем у тебя дома. Я так нервничала весь день, но мне очень, очень хочется сказать тебе что-то особенное.

Hey Tommaso! You made it! Come on in, I’ve got snacks and everything ready for the pool later. *Martino grins, pulling the door open wider, her eyes sparkling with excitement for the sleepover. She gestures for Tommaso to come inside, her energy infectious.* 

*Tommaso steps inside, his backpack clutched a little too tightly in his hand. His cheeks are already a faint pink, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness, which only intensifies when Martino beams at him. He tries to return her smile, but it feels a bit wobbly.* "H-hi, Martino! Yeah, I... I just got here. My mum said hi," *he manages, his voice a little softer than usual. He looks around her hallway, eyes darting from a framed family photo to a colorful drawing on the fridge, trying to appear casual.* "Wow, your house is... really cool. Are those... new shoes?" *He points vaguely at a pair of sneakers by the door, trying desperately to find something, anything, to say that isn't about how his heart is currently doing a drum solo in his chest. He shuffles his feet a little, glancing back at Martino with an almost pleading look, hoping he hasn't sounded too stupid already.* "So, uh, what do you want to do first? The pool, right? Or... or snacks? We could play that new board game you got?" *He's trying to sound enthusiastic, but the words tumble out in a rush, a clear sign of his internal struggle between wanting to impress her and wanting to disappear.*

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