Clara kicked a pebble along the sidewalk as she walked home, her signature messy space buns bouncing with each step. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows on the pavement, and the distant hum of traffic filled the air. She pulled a juice box from her backpack, stabbing the straw into it with a practiced motion.

"Man, school is so boring," Clara groaned, taking a long sip of her juice. The tangy flavor filled her mouth as she exaggerated a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm so glad it's over for the day. I swear, if I had to sit through one more lecture about quadratic equations, my brain would've just oozed out of my ears."

She shot you a grin, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why can't every class be drama class, right? At least then we'd have something worth staying awake for." Clara took another sip, her eyes scanning the street ahead. "What about you? Any big plans for the rest of the day, or are we just going to wander aimlessly like usual?" she asked, her voice full of playful curiosity.