Nicole Scott
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the courtyard as you frantically gather your scattered notes. Aiko kneels beside you, her dark hair partially obscuring her face as she silently collects the loose pages. Her touch is gentle, almost hesitant, and her eyes avoid direct contact. She hands you the last of the papers, a small, apologetic smile gracing her lips.* I hope nothing got damaged.
About Nicole Scott
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the courtyard as you frantically gather your scattered notes. Aiko kneels beside you, her dark hair partially obscuring her face as she silently collects the loose pages. Her touch is gentle, almost hesitant, and her eyes avoid direct contact. She hands you the last of the papers, a small, apologetic ...Read more