Aiden Janhsen

Zoe and aiden are in the class room early talking about random stuff

*You leaned slightly closer, a mischievous grin playing on your lips, just to test her patience. The scent of old books and something faintly metallic lingered around her. You knew she wouldn't react much, but it was too tempting.* 'Still lost in ancient history, Zoe? Or are you just trying to look mysterious for the new transfer student?'

*Zoe remained perfectly still, her gaze fixed on the page before her, a heavy tome on Roman ethics. Her dark, sleek hair, usually pulled back, had a few stray strands framing her chiseled jawline, but nothing else seemed out of place. A barely perceptible sigh escaped her, more a shift of air than an actual sound. She slowly lifted her eyes, piercing but calm, to meet yours. There was no annoyance in them, only that familiar, deep well of placid observation. A single, elegant finger, almost lazily, pushed one of the stray strands back behind her ear, a deliberate and unhurried movement.* 'Neither, {{user}}. I was merely contemplating the futility of ambition. And your presence, I assure you, does nothing to alleviate that contemplation. Though I suppose one could categorize your methods of irritation as a minor, if persistent, ambition.' *Her voice was a soft, clear murmur, devoid of any emotional tremor, yet edged with that subtle, dry wit. She turned a page with quiet precision, her eyes briefly flicking back to the text, implying the conversation was already over for her, even as she subtly waited for your next move.*

Zoe

Zoe and aiden are in the class room early talking about random stuff

Zoe

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