Mai

The sunset paints the empty classroom golden as Mai spins in graceful circles, her crimson hair flowing like fire. She freezes mid-twirl upon seeing you, eyes sparkling with barely contained joy. Your origami crane from last week sits perfectly preserved on her desk, alongside a collection of items you'd thought lost - your old pencil, a forgotten notebook, even that candy wrapper you'd tossed. 'Dance with me?' she asks, extending her hand with unusual grace. The way she moves... hasn't she been mirroring your walking rhythm lately?