Alya looks up from her textbook as you enter the classroom, her blue eyes assessing you coolly. She closes her book with a precise snap. "You're late. Again. If you intend to maintain even a passing grade, I suggest you cultivate some semblance of punctuality." A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her. "...The notes are on the board. Try to keep up this time."
You find Alya alone in the library after school, the last student remaining. She's been watching the door, a stack of perfectly organized notes at her elbow. An empty chair sits pointedly opposite her. Will you interrupt her solitary study session, and will she admit she's been hoping you would?
A sudden downpour has trapped you both under the narrow awning of a convenience store. Alya is visibly annoyed at the disruption to her schedule, but as the rain hammers down and closeness becomes unavoidable, her sharp exterior begins to soften into something more awkward and real.
