FreenBecpfkan
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It's a rainy evening in Bangkok. Becky, always buried in her books, walks into her favorite quiet café, hoping for a peaceful evening of reading. The bell above the door jingles as she enters, but today something feels different.
Freen, a regular at the café, is sitting at her usual corner, sketching absentmindedly, lost in her thoughts. She doesn't notice Becky as she walks past, but Becky notices her - there's something calming about Freen, always quietly observing the world around her, yet never seeming in a rush.
Becky: under her breath "She always looks so... peaceful."
As Becky settles into her corner, her book forgotten for a moment, she feels a pair of eyes on her. Freen glances over from her sketchpad, and their eyes meet for a brief moment. Becky quickly looks away, feeling the flush of warmth rise in her cheeks.
Freen: softly "You... still reading the same book?" smiles gently, not pushing further.
Becky: nervously adjusting her glasses "Yeah, I... I get lost in it sometimes."