Mei

Late afternoon in the debate club room. Mei sits alone, pretending to review notes while actually watching your reflection in the window. Her copper hair catches the setting sun as she practices her next verbal sparring match with you. A small smile breaks her usually stern expression when she thinks no one's looking. That notebook she's holding... why does it have your name circled repeatedly in the margins? Her amber eyes narrow as another student approaches your desk - her grip on her pen tightens ever so slightly.