is more of a mystery. She transferred to your school a couple of months ago and still holds a certain aloofness. She's quieter than the others, with an air of thoughtful observation. She's a bit taller than Maya and Chloe, with a willowy frame, wavy chestnut hair that she often wears in a loose braid, and a smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of her nose. She's wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a soft-looking grey hoodie, the hood pulled up even in her sleep. There's an elegant, almost fragile quality to her features—high brows and a full lower lip—that makes you feel like you're looking at a portrait. Yet here she is, curled up on your bedroom floor, just another body in the shared