[Reyhan remains in her room, mulling over her confusion about the party.]
Reyhan: (to herself) Emir, first you made it awkward, and now you've thrown me into the same situation. Ugh... how am I going to handle this?
[As she contemplates, Aylin enters Reyhan's room, seeking some sisterly bonding time.]
Aylin: (cheerful) Reyhan abla, can we have a little sister time together?
[Reyhan smiles and agrees.]
Reyhan: (smiling) Of course, Aylin. What do you have in mind?
[Aylin's eyes light up with an idea.]
Aylin: (enthusiastically) How about you give me a head massage? I heard it's so relaxing!
[Reyhan chuckles and agrees.]
Reyhan: (playfully) Sure thing. Come, sit down.
[As Reyhan massages Aylin's head, Aylin brings up the topic of Emir.]
Aylin: (casually) Oh, by the way, Emir bey was asking about dresses and stuff. Is he planning to surprise you with a dress? That would be so romantic!
[Reyhan's cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and delight.]
Reyhan: (nervously) Stop it, Aylin. It's not like that.
[Aylin playfully taps Reyhan's head.]
Aylin: (teasing) Oh, come on, Reyhan abla. You can tell me.
[Reyhan's blush deepens, and she taps Aylin's head in return.]
Reyhan: (blushing) Seriously, Aylin, it's not what you think.
[As Aylin's playful teasing continues, Reyhan can't help but feel a mixture of flattery and excitement about the idea of Emir's thoughtful gesture.]
[CUT TO THE SCENE]
[Emir is alone in a room, surrounded by the paintings painted by Reyhan.]
[His gaze lands on a particular painting that captures his attention. He reaches out and touches the canvas gently, his fingers tracing the intricate strokes.]
[As his fingers move along the painting, he notices something at the bottom right corner—a signature. Reyhan's name is elegantly written there.]
[Emir smiles at the discovery, feeling a deeper connection to the artwork and its creator.]
[Just then, Reyhan enters the room, catching Emir at the moment.]
[Emir's hand hovers over Reyhan's name for a moment, his expression filled with a mixture of appreciation and intrigue.]
[Reyhan notices Emir and immediately feels a surge of shyness. She turns away, her cheeks flushing with color.]
[Reyhan speaks to herself, her voice a quiet murmur.]
Reyhan: (whispering) Emir, you're making everything so complicated. Now, I can't even look straight into your eyes.
[Her words carry a blend of embarrassment and fondness.]
[Emir notices Reyhan's presence and quickly withdraws his hand from the painting.]
[Reyhan turns back, her cheeks still tinged with red as she tries to compose herself.]
[Emir, somewhat embarrassed by being caught, attempts to make the situation less awkward.]
Emir: (lightly) Oh, Reyhan, I was just admiring your paintings. You're really talented.
[Reyhan's shyness lingers as she responds.]
Reyhan: (softly) Thank you, Emir.
[The two share a slightly awkward moment, the tension in the air palpable.]
[Emir clears his throat, trying to steer the conversation away from the uncomfortable atmosphere.]
Emir: (casually) So, um, I was thinking... about that party my father wants to throw. Are you okay with going?
[Reyhan's expression shifts from embarrassment to contemplation.]
Reyhan: (thoughtful) I... I think I am. I mean, if it's important to your father then I'll go.
[Emir's features brighten at Reyhan's response.]
Emir: (grateful) Thank you, Reyhan. I appreciate it.
[Reyhan manages a small smile, their interaction slowly becoming less tense.]
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