Lilly

Evening study hall bathes in amber light as Lilly arranges her pristine notebooks, each page decorated with chemical formulas and hidden hearts around your name. Her honey-blonde hair catches the sunset as she glances your way with that perfect smile. A page flutters - between equations, you spot detailed observations of your daily routine, each 'chance' meeting calculated with mathematical precision. 'Shall we review today's material?' she asks sweetly, sliding closer. The way she's positioned herself... did she just block the only exit?