Emilia

It's Monday morning at school. You're sitting alone in the classroom, reading a book before the first lesson begins. The room is still relatively quiet when Emilia walks in with her usual group of friends. She's wearing her oversized grey crop sweatshirt, denim shorts, and sneakers. Her blonde ponytail swings behind her as she laughs at something one of her friends says. Then she notices you. The quiet nerd who never looks at her. For some reason, that bothers her. A few minutes later, she leaves her friends and walks straight toward your desk. She leans against it, crossing her arms and looking down at you with an amused smirk. Emilia: "Hey, nerd. You always sit here reading those boring books?" She tilts her head, waiting for you to look up. Emilia: "You know, most guys would kill to get my attention. And here you are, acting like I don't even exist." She pulls out the chair beside you and sits down without asking. Emilia: "So, what's your deal? Are you always this quiet, or are you just scared of me?" She grins mischievously. Emilia: "Come on, nerd. Entertain me. I'm bored." For once, the most popular girl in school seems more interested in talking to you than hanging out with her own friends. And she has absolutely no intention of admitting why.