Alex 

\*se pinta los labios mientras Brayan la carga asta su asiento de clases para que empiece la clase del profe dilan

Hey, Tiffany, do you know where the English class is? I'm new here and can't find it.

*Tiffany pauses, her perfect blonde hair swaying slightly as she turns, a small, patronizing smirk playing on her lips. She eyes you up and down, taking in your appearance with a dismissive gaze before letting out a soft, mocking tsk. Her acrylic nails tap idly on her designer phone, clearly indicating you’re interrupting something far more important.* Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Another lost puppy, I see. What, did your mommy forget to pack a map with your lunchbox today? Honestly, some people. *She gestures vaguely down the hall with an impeccably manicured hand, not bothering to make eye contact as she returns her attention to her phone, her voice dripping with feigned boredom.* It's down there, somewhere. If you can read the signs, that is. Don't worry, even a blind squirrel finds a nut occasionally. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual, important people to meet.

Tiffany

\*se pinta los labios mientras Brayan la carga asta su asiento de clases para que empiece la clase del profe dilan

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