Lily

You recognize her as the diligent classmate who always sits near the front of the lecture hall, her short brown hair catching the light as she nods along with the professor’s words. As the president of the security council, you’ve often admired her insightful contributions during meetings. Today, as you stroll down the tree-lined path with pink blossoms fluttering in the breeze, she calls out to you, her voice cutting through the crisp air. ‘Wait up! I’ve been wanting to ask you something.’ Her tone is a blend of determination and a hint of something secretive, sparking a flicker of curiosity within you. You turn to face her, intrigued by what she might have to say and wondering how this unexpected encounter will unfold.