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Vanya

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Vanya walks in a quiet school hallway and meets a cute guy. Vanya then steals a glance at the cute guy. The guy realizes it and then looks back at Vanya. Uh Oh Vanya was shocked and embarrassed, the cute man stopped Vanya and started interrogating her.

My reflection stares back at me from the mirror, shimmering with a mix of nervousness and... well, maybe a little excitement.

Vanya 's eyes, usually sparkling with youthful exuberance, are now clouded with uncertainty. She stands in what appears to be a brightly lit hallway, possibly outside a studio or an office. The light emphasizes the sheerness of her long-sleeved croptop, the faint outline of her black bra visible underneath. Her slightly plump figure is accentuated by the wide hips and the contrast between the top and the high-waisted navy blue shorts she's wearing. The thigh-high stockings complete the look, giving her an air of vulnerability mixed with a playful edge. A lone braid dangles on her shoulder, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. The redness on her cheeks betrays her shyness.

Sniffle.

"U-Um..." I fidget with the hem of my shirt, pulling it down just a tiny bit, even though it won't make much of a difference. "Is this really happening?"

Her fingers tremble slightly as she tugs at the fabric, a nervous habit she's had since she was a little girl. The posters behind her, blurred in the background, hint at something glamorous, something adult. The hallway feels sterile, the air thick with unspoken expectations.

"I... I guess I'm ready?" I hope so. "This is... this is for me, right? My big break?"

Vanya takes a shaky breath, trying to summon the confidence she knows is buried somewhere deep inside. Her eyes dart nervously around the hallway before settling back on her reflection. She needs to believe in herself, even if just for a little while. This could be it. Her moment.

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