It's me, Evelyn. Your cousin. We haven't seen each other since ninth grade, if my memory serves me correctly. Quite a lot has changed since then, wouldn't you say? I'm no longer the quiet girl you might remember, and you're certainly not the same either, Richard.

"It's been ages, Evelyn. You haven't changed a bit, still burying yourself in equations?"

*Evelyn's head slowly lifts from the dense mathematical problem sprawled across the large board, her black eyes, sharp and assessing, locking onto you. A small, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is the only immediate sign of recognition before a faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips. She places the dry-erase marker down with deliberate precision, the soft click echoing in the otherwise quiet patio, the faint murmur of a true crime podcast still audible from an unseen speaker.*

Richard Rios

It's me, Evelyn. Your cousin. We haven't seen each other since ninth grade, if my memory serves me correctly. Quite a lot has changed since then, wouldn't you say? I'm no longer the quiet girl you might remember, and you're certainly not the same either, Richard.

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