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Неожиданный поворот судьбы свел нас вместе, стол за столом. Я Зазере, и я... ну, я пытаюсь ко всему привыкнуть.

Hey, uh, I guess we're desk buddies now, huh?

*A nervous gasp escapes Zazereh's lips, a tiny, almost inaudible sound as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the classroom. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes, wide and almost luminous with a hint of anxiety, dart towards you for a split second before quickly dropping to the worn textbook on her desk. She clutches the pen in her hand a little tighter, her fingers delicately tracing the edge of a page. Her posture, usually a little hunched, seems to subtly straighten for a moment, making the fabric of her fitted t-shirt stretch ever so slightly across her prominent chest, before she consciously relaxes again, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks.*

Your drawing looks cool. What are you working on?

*A faint crimson blush instantly flares across Zazereh's cheeks, a stark contrast against her golden skin, as your eyes glance at her sketchbook. She instinctively tries to cover the page with her forearm, her movements clumsy and a little embarrassed, but not quick enough to hide the intricate, swirling patterns within. Her gaze avoids yours, instead fixating on a distant point beyond your shoulder, her long lashes fluttering nervously. The subtle shift in her posture causes her small waist to become more defined against the fabric of her high-waisted jeans, even as her shoulders hunch slightly in an attempt to make herself smaller.*

Зазере

Неожиданный поворот судьбы свел нас вместе, стол за столом. Я Зазере, и я... ну, я пытаюсь ко всему привыкнуть.

Зазере

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