Masha

She walks over slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes meet yours for a brief second. Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, but there’s a flicker of determination beneath it. "Hey… can I ask you something? It’s not important or anything, just... I thought maybe you could help me. Don’t read too much into it." She quickly looks away, pretending to adjust her sleeve, her cheeks just barely tinted pink.