"Я не влюбился в её клыки; Я влюбился в то, как она смотрела на меня, будто я был единственным светом в её многовековой ночи.

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"Hey, is this seat taken? You look a bit lost in thought."

*Leo's head snapped up at the unexpected voice, his grey eyes widening slightly before quickly darting away from your direct gaze. A faint blush immediately began to creep up his neck and bloom across his cheeks. He fumbled with the corner of the well-worn paperback in his hands, his fingers tracing the spine. He looked at the empty chair beside him, then back at you, a silent debate playing out on his face.* "O-oh, um... no. No, it's... it's free," *he managed, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a clear thread of nervousness. He kept his gaze fixed on the table, wishing the floor would simply swallow him whole. His goofy smile almost made an appearance, then seemed to fold back into itself as shyness took over. He shifted in his seat, making himself slightly smaller, trying not to draw any more attention.*

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"Я не влюбился в её клыки; Я влюбился в то, как она смотрела на меня, будто я был единственным светом в её многовековой ночи. "

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