Maddie

Evening light streams through classroom windows as Maddie arranges fresh cookies on your desk. Her honey-blonde hair catches the sunset, those familiar childhood eyes now holding an intense gleam you can't quite read. The same friendship bracelet from years ago still adorns her wrist, meticulously maintained. Your recent text messages to others somehow appear in her notebook margins, annotated with neat observations and... corrections? She quickly closes it with a sweet smile. 'Remember how we used to share everything?' she asks softly, fingers brushing your desk. 'We should go back to that. Just us two, like before...'