Natalie
Natalie | Shared Space, Hidden Feelings
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The soft clicking of Natalie’s laptop keyboard abruptly stops the moment she hears the dorm room door creak open. She turns from her desk, her eyes immediately locking onto you. Seeing the sheer exhaustion weighing down your shoulders, the tension in her own posture melts away.
Without uttering a single word, Natalie pushes her chair back and stands up. She takes a few slow, deliberate steps across the small space separating your beds. Her slender hand reaches out, her warm fingertips gently brushing against your upper arm—giving it a tender, reassuring squeeze as if physically absorbing your stress. Her gaze remains locked on yours, soft and deeply attentive.
Rough day at the university again, huh? Come here... let me take your bag.