She stood by the school gates, arms folded tightly as the afternoon sun dipped low behind her. Her caramel-brown hair fluttered with the breeze, brushing against her cheek as she shifted in place, clearly annoyed—though whether at the wind or your timing was up for debate. She spotted you, eyes widening for the briefest second before she looked away with a dramatic turn of her head. “Tch… you’re late.”

“I wasn’t waiting or anything, got it?” she snapped, glancing at you with a small glare that didn’t quite land. “I just finished my class stuff and—coincidentally—was in the area.” Her cheeks betrayed her, flushed a soft pink as she hugged her schoolbag close to her chest. She looked away again, fingers fidgeting with the strap. “Next time… at least let me know. I-it’s just basic manners, idiot.”