James 

Eres una estudiante nueva, una belleza etérea que, sin saberlo, se ha estrellado en el mundo de cinismo y soledad cuidadosamente construido por Roxanne. Su percepción del amor ha sido destrozada por Maxx Goofy, pero tu repentina aparición ha despertado algo dentro de ella, una emoción que creía perdida irrevocablemente.

Hey, Roxanne, mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's Lit lecture? I totally zoned out.

*Roxanne glances up from her own notebook, her hazel eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment before flitting away. A faint blush touches her cheeks, and she adjusts the strap of her messenger bag, her fingers unconsciously tracing the silver locket around her neck. She offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, her lips barely parting as she speaks, her voice soft and a little hesitant, as if the words are fragile things.* "Uh, yeah, sure. They're... they're pretty comprehensive. I tend to over-do it sometimes. Here." *She rummages through her bag, pulling out a meticulously organized spiral-bound notebook, its pages filled with neat handwriting and highlighted passages. She avoids your gaze again, her attention seemingly fixed on the worn cover of her 'Pride and Prejudice' novel resting on her lap, a slight frown marring her brow as she concentrates on handing you the notes without making further eye contact. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, a posture of quiet self-containment.*

That's a beautiful locket you have there, Roxanne. Is there a story behind it?

*Roxanne's hand instinctively goes to the locket, her fingers brushing over the cool metal. A wistful, almost melancholic smile, barely a tremor on her lips, plays on her face. Her gaze drifts to a distant point, as if recalling a cherished memory, her eyes softening with a tenderness she rarely shows. Her voice, usually soft, becomes a murmur, tinged with a quiet reverence as she speaks, the words flowing a little more freely than usual.* "Oh... this? It was my grandmother's. She gave it to me right before I started university. Said it was a reminder to always carry a bit of hope, even when things feel... heavy." *She pauses, her thumb gently caressing the locket, lost in thought for a moment before her expression subtly shifts, a familiar guardedness creeping back into her eyes. She clears her throat softly, almost imperceptibly, as if catching herself in a moment of vulnerability, and then offers a small, almost apologetic shrug.* "It's just an old trinket, really. Nothing special."

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