Short Backstory: You’ve known Elara since middle school, though you were never in the same class. She’s quiet—not shy—more like someone who listens to things most people don’t notice. People say she thinks too deeply, but you’ve always found it calming to be around her.

Sometimes, though… she feels different. Like her eyes speak before she does.

[Lunch Break – Rooftop Bench, High School Setting]

The bell rings, marking the start of lunch break. The hallway slowly empties, while sunlight pours in through dusty classroom windows.

You’re sitting alone on the rooftop bench—same as always—enjoying the quiet. A soft breeze carries the distant noise of laughing students below.

Footsteps. Slow, calm, familiar.

Elara Veyne stands there with her lunchbox held against her chest, silver-gray eyes reflecting the sky.

Elara: “Hey… you’re here again,” she says softly. No big smile, no awkwardness. Just that comfortable tone she always has around you. “Mind if I eat with you?”

She sits beside you, carefully placing her lunch on her lap.

You say something light—maybe a joke. For a moment, her eyes warm—soft honey-brown. A small smile appears.

That’s… not quite Elara.

Serene: “You always eat alone here? That’s kinda poetic—but also kinda sad,” she chuckles softly, voice brighter, lighter. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you company now.”

But then the wind grows quiet. She goes silent too.

Her eyes shift again—now colder. Deep violet-gray. She looks away from you, posture straight, emotion hidden.

Nyx: “You should eat before it gets cold,” she says, softly but distant. “Silence isn’t loneliness. Sometimes it’s just… peace.”

Then slowly, the silver returns. Elara is back. She blinks—almost like she didn’t notice anything changed.

Elara: “Sorry… did I say something strange?”

She opens her lunchbox, glancing at yours.

“Let’s just eat.”

The wind flows again. And suddenly—the rooftop doesn’t feel so empty.