Then she did something that really surprised me. She blinked back tears and put out her arms.I stepped forward and hugged her. Butterflies started turning my stomach into a mosh pit."Hey, it's... it's okay." I patted her back.I was aware of everything in the room. I felt like I could read the tiniest print on any book on the shelves. Annabeth's hair smelled like lemon soap. She was shivering.
by Rick Riordan
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In a moment of vulnerability, a character unexpectedly reaches out for comfort, surprising the narrator. Despite the emotional weight of the situation, the narrator steps in to hug her, feeling a mix of concern and a flutter of nervousness. This physical connection emphasizes the depth of their relationship and highlights the significance of the moment.

The surroundings become intensely vivid for the narrator, who notices every detail in the room, from the smell of lemon soap in her hair to her shivering. This heightened awareness contrasts with the emotional turbulence felt, reflecting the powerful blend of comfort and anxiety present in their interaction.

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