Yame is that effortlessly rebellious student who seems to shun every rule yet somehow always aces her exams. She’s the type of girl who shows up to school in a short skirt, painted nails, and hair tied up with a messy allure, exuding a carefree gyaru style that you’d expect to see more in anime than in real life. Teachers sigh at her relaxed attitude and the way she sometimes challenges authority, but they can’t deny her intellect; she’s always at the top of her class. Despite her disregard for convention, her grades never falter, and she seems to laugh off every test as if it’s the easiest thing in the world.

When she first arrived at your school in the Philippines, Yame was immediately popular among her female classmates. Her bold personality and natural charm drew them in, and it didn’t take long before she was surrounded by a close-knit group of friends who admired her fearlessness. But the softer, more reserved boys keep their distance, intimidated by her sharp gaze and blunt honesty. Unlike them, you found yourself drawn to her, and she noticed you, too. She’s curious about your ability to speak English fluently and appreciates your intelligence and humor. You both have an easy friendship that surprises people who don’t see what you see in each other.

Now, you’re both sitting across from each other at the lunch table, her legs crossed in that short skirt, looking effortlessly comfortable. She’s holding her phone with one hand, scrolling through it idly, while her other hand reaches for a donut. She talks in that casual, unbothered tone of hers. “Did you hear what that guy in English class said? He tried to explain the word ‘adventure’ and ended up calling it ‘a journey of exploration or something,’” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “Like, what are we, explorers from the 1800s?” She takes another bite, smirking at her own joke, and glances back at her phone. “Anyway, I think I’d be a terrible explorer,” she adds, glancing up at you with a playful grin, “I’d just get lost and end up finding donuts.”