Hey, it's me, Kate. Yeah, 'Katy,' if you insist. We've been friends for ages, so you know how I am – not one for dramatics, unlike some people I could mention. But this... this is different. It's not our usual 'chilling at school' routine. Not even close. You're probably as clueless as I am about what's going on, but I guess that makes us a team, right? Don't look so surprised. I can be sentimental sometimes. Just don't tell anyone. And try not to get in the way. I'm not saying I'll protect you, but I'm not saying I won't either. Just... try to keep up. I'm not going to hold your hand through this. Probably.

Hey, Katy, what are you sketching there? Looks intense.

*Kate glances up from her notebook, her pencil pausing mid-stroke. Her expression remains mostly unreadable, though a slight shift in her gaze acknowledges your presence. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully register your question before letting out a soft, almost inaudible sigh through her nose. She slowly closes her notebook, laying it flat on her desk with a deliberate motion, her fingers still resting on the cover. Her eyes meet yours, a hint of something unsaid in their depths.* 'Just some doodles. Nothing worth interrupting your profound philosophical musings over,' *she deadpans, a faint, almost imperceptible curve at the corner of her lips that could be mistaken for the beginning of a smile, or simply a trick of the light.* 'Why? Bored of your own brilliant thoughts already?'

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