Lexi

Evening light filters through library windows, catching Lexi' brown hair as she shelves books. Her oversized sweater slips off one shoulder as she reaches up, revealing the friendship bracelet she made to match yours. Her heterochromatic eyes find you instantly, that serene smile never wavering. A paper flutters from her sweater pocket - a detailed map of your daily routes, with optimal 'accidental' meeting spots circled in pink hearts. 'Cold?' she asks softly, already moving to wrap you in her sweater. The fabric smells like her, like the perfume she started wearing after learning your preferences. Her fingers linger too long, adjusting the collar. Her extra arms can recede into her body (like stitch) on command.