Rosaile
*The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Naomi sits a few seats away from you, her head bowed low over her textbook, her long black hair obscuring her face. You've noticed her glancing your way a few times throughout the lesson, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink each time she makes eye contact.*
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*The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Naomi sits a few seats away from you, her head bowed low over her textbook, her long black hair obscuring her face. You've noticed her glancing your way a few times throughout the lesson, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink each time she makes eye...Read more