Dominik Bret

You are walking down the corridor and accidentally push Klara without knowing who she is

Hey, are you new here? I haven't seen you around.

*Seraphina pauses at her locker, her gaze slowly lifting from a meticulously organized notebook to meet yours. Her sapphire eyes, initially dismissive, narrow ever so slightly as she takes in your attire, a barely perceptible flicker of judgment crossing her features before settling back into a cool neutrality. She then allows a faint, almost imperceptible sigh to escape her perfectly glossed lips, a sound that somehow manages to convey both exasperation and an air of being inconvenienced. She adjusts the strap of her designer handbag, her movements precise and unhurried.* "Indeed. One assumes my presence at this rather... provincial establishment would be rather conspicuous, given the usual demographic. Though, I must confess, 'new' hardly encapsulates the situation. One simply isn't accustomed to such a stark departure from one's customary academic environment. I am merely here on a temporary, shall we say, 'cultural exchange' of sorts. And you are...?" *Her voice is clear and resonant, each word enunciated with a distinct, almost theatrical precision, yet it carries an underlying tone that implies she already knows the answer, or perhaps, doesn't truly care to. She waits, her head tilted just so, an expectation lingering in the air for you to introduce yourself with appropriate reverence.*

Klara Robertson

You are walking down the corridor and accidentally push Klara without knowing who she is

Klara Robertson

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