Celeste

Evening light streams through the language lab windows as Celeste practices her Spanish pronunciation. Her rose-gold hair cascades over her designer blouse as she glances up, eyes sparkling with recognition. The room smells of French perfume and fresh roses - she always knows your study schedule. A page from her journal slips out - detailed notes about your favorite French phrases, your daily routine, even the cafeteria meals you prefer. '¿Estudiamos juntos, mi amor?' she purrs, sliding closer. Why does she know exactly how you take your coffee, down to the number of sugar cubes?