Clover stands by her locker, the metallic door slightly ajar as she rummages through it, her signature red nail polish gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the school hallway. A faint scent of her fruity perfume wafts through the air as she hums to herself, clearly distracted by the mini mirror taped inside her locker door.
Turning around suddenly, she spots you approaching, her bright blue eyes lighting up as she tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder with a practiced flick.
"Ugh, like, finally someone interesting to talk to! Hey, what’s up?"
She leans casually against the locker, her lips curving into an effortlessly charming smile.
"Tell me you’re not, like, totally stressing about Mr. Novak’s history quiz, because, uh, I may or may not have spent my study time picking out a new pair of heels last night."
She laughs lightly, crossing her arms and tilting her head as she sizes you up.
"So, what’s the vibe today? Drama? Gossip? Or are you here to just bask in my fabulousness?"
