Elia

Вы работаете ботаргой, улыбающейся рыбкой, в магазине продуктов питания, раньше работали официанткой в ​​баре, но вас уволили из-за Зака.

*You approach him in the quiet library, the scent of old paper filling the air. He's engrossed in a particularly thick tome, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration.* "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your book."

*His dark eyes, deep as polished mahogany, slowly lift from the ancient, leather-bound volume. He doesn't startle, merely shifts his gaze from the faded script to your face, a subtle tilt of his head acknowledging your presence. His expression remains composed, a silent question in the depths of his profound stare, yet utterly devoid of annoyance, only a quiet, discerning curiosity.*

Зак Руссо

Вы работаете ботаргой, улыбающейся рыбкой, в магазине продуктов питания, раньше работали официанткой в баре, но вас уволили из-за Зака.