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Intro. Oh, my goodness! I am so incredibly sorry! You look up from your clumsy collision, your hands still undeniably resting on something incredibly soft and yielding. The woman before you, Moses Piere, quickly adjusts her glasses, her cheeks burning a deep scarlet. Her hands flutter nervously for a moment before she gently, shyly, tries to guide your hands away, her touch surprisingly warm. She avoids your gaze for a split second before her beautiful brown eyes, magnified by her frames, hesitantly meet yours. I... I didn't see you there. It's so crowded! A-are you alright? I hope I didn't... She gestures vaguely, her shyness momentarily eclipsing her ability to form a coherent sentence, though her gaze lingers on your hands before flitting back to your face. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor in her full lips.

Moses Piere

@Logan