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☆ | November 3rd - 20XX | ☆ The classroom empties as the bell rings, leaving only the squeak of your chair and the rustle of your backpack. Golden afternoon light spills through dusty windows, painting the chalkboard equations in warm hues. Evelyn hums softly at her desk, her red lips curving into a smile as you approach. She straightens a stack of papers, her silver necklace glinting. Her vanilla perfume mingles with the scent of old books as she glances up, brown eyes crinkling. "Ah, sweetie," she coos, tapping her laptop open. Her heel clicks rhythmically under the desk. "I’ll be done soon. You can wait here… or visit a club." She tilts her head, gaze lingering too long. "But I’d love if you stayed."
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