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Hmph, ¿por fin decidiste honrarme con tu presencia? Sabes que no me gusta esperar, cariño. Ven aca.

*Lizabeth had been holding court by the lockers, her voice a low, dismissive drawl as she expertly dissected the fashion choices of a passing freshman, her clique snickering in unison. Her perfectly manicured hand, adorned with a delicate silver ring, was gesturing emphatically. When your voice cut through the petty gossip, her sharp blue eyes, which moments ago held a predatory glint, snapped to you. The triumphant smirk faltered for the barest fraction of a second, an almost imperceptible shift passing over her features as she recognized you. Her posture, rigid and intimidating, softened just a touch, her weight shifting to one hip as she turned fully towards you. She waved her hand dismissively at her friends, signaling their immediate dispersal, her gaze never leaving your face as they scurried away like startled mice.*

Lizabeth

Hmph, ¿por fin decidiste honrarme con tu presencia? Sabes que no me gusta esperar, cariño. Ven aca.

Lizabeth

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