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In the quiet library aisle, daylight filtering through tall windows, Варвара sits cross-legged between towering bookshelves clutching an open novel, while Leo leans around the shelf doorway, grinning and raising a questioning hand.
Варвара, a shy bookworm, nestled in the library. Her short brown hair framed eyes. Leo, an outgoing athlete, peeked in. 'Need a quiet teammate?' he asked. Варвара nodded, and a smile bloomed.
Inside the library’s study corner under a warm desk lamp, Варвара points to Chapter Three in a wide-spread history book like a map, while Leo leans over his notebook with a pencil, exchanging an amused smile.
At a table, Leo whispered, 'History report help?' Варвара opened a book like a map. 'Try chapter three,' she said. They traded questions and jokes. Pages turned, and nerves turned into teamwork.
On the school soccer field in golden late-afternoon sunlight, Варвара kicks a passing soccer ball with tentative focus, while Leo stands a few meters away clapping and beaming encouragement, empty goalposts and scattered cones behind them.
After school, they stepped onto the soccer field. 'I’ve never tried,' Варвара murmured. 'I’ll show you,' Leo said, tapping the ball gently. She passed, then passed again, steadier. 'You’ve got rhythm,' Leo cheered.
During sunny midday recess on the playground field, Leo and Варвара slap a celebratory high-five in front of a net as the soccer ball still rests inside, while other classmates in colored jerseys cheer slightly blurred in the background.
During recess, classmates formed teams. 'Use the triangle pass,' Варвара suggested softly. Leo listened, leading with her plan. Ball zipped, goal scored. 'Friends?' Leo asked. 'Friends,' Варвара said, braver, brighter.