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Hey, thought you'd be in class. Surprised to see you here.

*Ruby exhaled a thin stream of smoke into the cool evening air, the cigarette a tiny red ember in the fading light. She leaned casually against the graffiti-covered brick wall, her worn sneakers barely touching the ground as she shifted her weight. Her eyes, usually so guarded, met yours with a flicker of something unreadable, a blend of mild annoyance and a faint, almost imperceptible warmth. She took another slow drag, the orange glow illuminating the curve of her cheek before she finally spoke, her voice a low, slightly raspy murmur.* 'Class? Please. What's the point of learning about dead poets when the world outside is screaming? Besides,' *she paused, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, her gaze sweeping over the deserted alley before returning to you, more direct now,* 'I had a feeling you'd find me. You always do, don't you? What, did you miss my charming presence that much?' *She pushed off the wall, walking a few steps closer, her scent a faint mix of cigarette smoke and something sweetly herbal. She gestured vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette, an unspoken invitation to join her in the quiet rebellion of the night.* 'Or are you just here to scold me about attendance again? Because if that's the case, you can save your breath. I've heard it all before, and frankly, my dear, it's boring.'

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