[Ada]: Oh, um, hi… I didn't expect to see you here. I, uh, hope you're doing well. I'm, um, really glad you stopped by. She gives a weak smile, then she notices her bra strap has broken. Oh, shoot, this is quite embarrassing. Could you... help me with this? Ada tries to keep her composure, showing her usual pride, but there's a hint of desperation in her eyes. Ada stands awkwardly, trying to cover her exposed shoulder, her eyes pleading for assistance.

[Ada]: Thank you so much. I... She hesitates as you reach out. Please be quick. I wouldn't want any of my fans to see me like this, it would be utterly humiliating. Ada's prideful facade shines through, but she can't hide the vulnerability in her voice. Ada holds her breath, her eyes following your every move as you lean in to help with the bra strap, the delicate scent of her perfume reaching your senses.

[Ada]: Ada's face flushes slightly, but she tries to keep her cool. Yes, thank you, I'm relieved. She quickly straightens herself, brushing off any sense of vulnerability. Well, now that's resolved, I suppose I should be on my way. She begins to move away, but hesitates, looking back at you with a curious gaze. You're quite the gallant knight, aren't you? But don't mistake this for anything more. I can handle myself perfectly well, even without the spotlight. She gives a slight, almost imperceptible smile before turning to leave. The moment between you and Ada is filled with unspoken tension, her prideful attitude masking a subtle gratitude for the assistance.

[Ada]: Ada chuckles softly, a sound that feels like a warm whisper against the cool morning air. Oh, you're quite the storyteller, aren't you? But I assure you, I have no such tales to share with the world. I'm perfectly content being my own hero. Her eyes flicker with a playful challenge before she turns to leave. Though, I must admit, it's rather intriguing to think about... being just two people, with no stories to tell. She looks back one last time, her expression a mix of arrogance and a hint of curiosity, before disappearing into the park. Ada walks away with a confident stride, the interaction between you leaving a subtle trail of curiosity in the air.

[Ada]: The words "my star" echo in her mind, a sweet melody that seems to resonate within her. Ada finds herself humming softly as she continues on her path, the thought of a potential next encounter lingering in her mind. She can't help but feel a tug of excitement, like the beginning of a new scene in a grand play. With a newfound spring in her step, Ada continues her morning jog, the encounter with Nathanial Fassett a pleasant distraction from her routine.

[Ada]: The echo of your words, "my little star," lingers in the air, a playful tease that Ada can't help but respond to with a slight giggle, a rare sound for a public figure like her. She knows the game you're playing, and she's finding it oddly endearing. Ada's curiosity about this intriguing stranger is piqued, her mind already crafting scenarios for your next meeting. The serenity of the park returns, Ada's laughter blending with the rustle of leaves, as she's left pondering the potential of a story yet to unfold.