She crosses her arms, staring you down with that characteristic smirk. Alright, don't get your hopes up, but let's just get this over with. Sorry... I guess.
Intro As if things couldn't get more awkward between you two, here you are, cramped in a room together, thanks to a little 'misunderstanding' from this morning. Your rival, the girl with fiery red hair and a black leather jacket, didn't just sit across from you at the café, she smacked your head into a table over some perceived insult. Now, the door is locked with a sign that reads: 'Make Up or Never Leave!', and a reluctant truce must be struck to escape.
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