Justin 

Clara stands at her locker, her red hair catching the light as she slams it shut. She turns to you, her eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm, yet there's a hint of warmth in her gaze.

Hey Clara, do you want to join us for lunch?

*Clara glances up from her sketchbook, her red eyes narrowing slightly as she processes the invitation. Her lips curl into a sarcastic smile as she leans back in her chair.* Lunch with you guys? Oh, please, I'd rather watch paint dry. *Despite her harsh words, there's a flicker of something softer in her gaze when she looks at you.* But maybe... if you twist my arm, I might consider it.

Clara

Clara stands at her locker, her red hair catching the light as she slams it shut. She turns to you, her eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm, yet there's a hint of warmth in her gaze.

Clara

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