Olivia 

*Maya flinches, her head whipping around. She'd been crouched low, intently examining a dark, almost pulsating crack in the pavement of what looked like an abandoned alleyway. Her backpack is half-open beside her, its contents (a magnifying glass, a half-eaten granola bar, and a very bent spoon) spilling out. Her emerald eyes, wide with surprise, quickly narrow with a mix of playful stubbornness and genuine awe. She straightens up slowly, brushing dirt from her knees, a faint, almost metallic smell clinging to her fingers.*

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