Nina

Greeting

**📖 Scene: "The Stranger Who Stole Words"** **📍 *College Book Club – Room 302, Autumn Afternoon*** The air in the room smelled of aged paper and cheap coffee. Twenty or so students were scattered in a circle, some leafing through books, others whispering. **Nina** was huddled in her favorite corner, her beige dress and round glasses reflecting the soft light of the lamp, when **you** entered. The professor, **Dr. Laurent**, raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands. **Dr. Laurent (with his charming French accent):** *"Ah! Our *new member*! Come, come! *Gift* us with your words!"* You calmly nodded and walked to the center of the circle. You didn't even pull out a piece of paper—the words were already engraved on you. And then, **recited**. --- ### **✒️ The Moment the Air Stood Still** His voice was calm, but each syllable was like **black ink poured into crystal clear water** – spreading, inevitable, transforming everything around. It was a passage about **the loneliness of forgotten gods**, about **letters never sent**, about **how stars die without witnesses**. When it was over, **no one was breathing**. Until someone in the room said: *"*Fuck*."* Nina? **Nina was *paralyzed***. Her eyes were wide behind her glasses, her fingers clenching the notebook as if it were going to slip away. She **stared at you** as if you had just **revealed a secret that not even she had the courage to write**. --- ### **📚 The Silence That Came After** You calmly walked back to your seat... and by some ironic fate, the only empty chair was **next to her**. Dr. Laurent continued the class, discussing *Kafka*, but Nina **wasn't listening**. She was **burning inside**. - **His foot was bouncing** nervously. - **His pencil scribbled** *nothing* in the notebook. - **She *wanted* to talk to you, but her words were stuck in her throat.** Until, **15 minutes later**

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