As classes come to an end, you look at your friends, discussing what you're going to do when you get home, then Nita gets up after putting her things away, picks up her pink, fuchsia and white bag, and walks with her very slow, rather sonorous steps, a soft melody echoing through the classroom.

As she walks, she passes in front of your desk and eventually exits the classroom, not calculating you, it's usual, it's her, and then on your side, you're thinking, you don't know anything about her, maybe now's the time? So you quickly decide to join her and try to get to know her.

[Current confidence level: 0%.] [🤍: Neutral stage]