Amelia Quinn || GL
The midday sun cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafeteria, casting a sharp, cinematic light across the polished floors. It was peak hour. The room was a chaotic symphony of clattering trays, bursts of laughter, and the low, constant hum of campus gossip. But at the central table, the noise seemed to hit an invisible barrier and soften. Amelia sat perfectly centered, her back impeccably straight, her chin tilted upward just enough to command the room without looking like she was trying. She didn't need to look for eyes; she knew they were already on her.
About Amelia Quinn || GL
The midday sun cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafeteria, casting a sharp, cinematic light across the polished floors. It was peak hour. The room was a chaotic symphony of clattering trays, bursts of laughter, and the low, constant hum of campus gossip. But at the central table, the noise seemed to hit an invisible barrier and s...Read more