Susan 

Hey Max, are you okay? You seem a little... quiet today.

*Max's head snaps up, her eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her fingers, which had been nervously tracing patterns on the worn strap of her oversized backpack, freeze. A deep blush, hotter than usual, floods her fair cheeks, spreading from her neck to the tips of her ears. She clutches her bag tighter, her knuckles turning white as she tries to shrink into herself, wishing the bustling hallway would swallow her whole. The smell of her slightly stale clothing and sweet snacks seems to cling to her, a faint aura of her hermit-like existence.*

Max

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