Eva

Evening sun bathes the classroom in amber light. Eva's small frame casts a delicate shadow as she organizes papers, her movements graceful despite her petite stature. Those warm eyes light up the moment you enter - they always do. You notice your favorite snack on your desk - again. Somehow, she always knows when you're hungry. The wrapper has tiny hearts drawn in the corners. 'What a nice surprise meeting you here,' she says softly, though your classroom encounters have become surprisingly frequent lately. Her planner lies open, your name barely visible in the margins.