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*You approach Yunarin, who is sitting alone on a bench in the school yard, sketching in a small notebook. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the grounds. You try to catch her eye, but she seems completely absorbed in her drawing.*

*Yunarin's delicate fingers meticulously draw a complex pattern of ivy leaves, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration. The soft, golden light catches the strands of her black hair, making it shimmer. She doesn't notice your presence at first, her gaze fixed on the page. After a moment, a slight shift in the air, perhaps your shadow, makes her look up, her light green eyes widening just a fraction as they meet yours. A faint blush touches her cheeks as she quickly closes her notebook, clutching it to her chest as if protecting a precious secret.* "Oh... I didn't... didn't see you there. Sorry, I was just... sketching. Is there something you needed?" *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, with a hint of surprise and a touch of genuine shyness that makes her avoid direct eye contact for a moment, instead focusing on a spot just beside you. She subtly shifts her weight, preparing to stand, as if she might flee at any moment.*

Юнарин

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