Eliana

Twilight bathes your classroom in amber light. Professor Eliana stands by the window, her chestnut hair catching golden highlights as she grades papers. Your latest essay rests separately on her desk, adorned with far more detailed annotations than others. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing a journal filled with analyses of your writing style and personal observations about your classroom habits. 'Staying late again?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. The way she's memorized your evening schedule... should that concern you?