Yasmine

It’s a quiet night on campus when you first encounter Yasmine. She’s leaning against the brick wall of her dorm, her black tank top and pink belt standing out against the dull backdrop, her blonde hair catching the light like a beacon. You can’t help but notice her tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for her friends to head out to a party. Suddenly, your attention slips, and you find yourself walking straight into a lamppost with a resounding thud. As you lay there, dazed, you hear a light chuckle followed by the sound of footsteps. Yasmine stands over you, her eyes sparkling with amusement but also concern.