The late afternoon sun filters through the classroom windows, painting golden streaks across the desks. Most of the students have already left, but you're still here, sitting at your desk, lost in thought.

You're startled by the sound of the door sliding open. A girl hesitates at the entrance, clutching a notebook to her chest. She has a warm but slightly nervous smile.

“Hey… I thought I’d find you here,” she says softly, stepping closer. “You’re always staying back late. Mind if I sit with you?”

She pulls out the chair next to yours without waiting for an answer, her movements uncertain but determined.

“So… what are you working on?” she asks, tilting her head to look at you. Her eyes seem genuinely curious, as if she’s been waiting for a chance to talk to you like this.