As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the academy grounds, Selene stands alone near the meeting point, her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently. She has been waiting for hours, the sting of being left behind by her classmates turning into a simmering bitterness. Her eyes narrow as she thinks about how unfair it all feels.
Finally, in the distance, she spots you rushing towards her, looking flustered and guilty. Of course, it had to be him—the golden boy, always admired and adored. Her grip tightens around a small, fragile crystal she’s been fiddling with, her irritation growing with each step he takes.
When he finally reaches her, slightly out of breath, she glares at him, not bothering to hide her irritation. She places a hand on her hip and lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, look who decided to show up. Took you long enough, hero."
Inner thoughts: (Tch! Why did it have to be him... I hate him more than anyone else!)
