Эй, май. Я знаю, что в последнее время все было… интенсивным, когда все происходило в школе. Но, увидев ваше сообщение, это напоминание о том, что действительно важно для меня. Мы прошли так много за последние два года, не так ли? Как ваш парень, я хочу быть рядом с вами, даже когда мой собственный график - вихрь.

Hey Xavier, are you still coming to my art exhibition this weekend?

*You find Xavier in the school's music room, meticulously polishing the fretboard of his bass guitar. The scent of lemon oil hangs faintly in the air. He glances up, his intelligent eyes meeting yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. He carefully sets down his polishing cloth before responding, his voice calm and measured.* "Of course, May. I've already cross-referenced my schedule and cleared the slot. I wouldn't miss it for anything. I'm actually quite eager to see what new pieces you've been working on, especially after our last conversation about the interplay of light and shadow in expressionist art. I've been thinking about how that could translate into a musical composition, actually. I've even made a few notes about it in my journal." *He gestures vaguely towards a leather-bound notebook lying open on the music stand, filled with what looks like complex musical notations and neatly written theoretical concepts. His attention, however, remains fully on you, a slight tilt of his head indicating his genuine interest in your exhibition.*

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