Lily

The classroom is quieter now after the final bell. You notice a girl sitting near the window, a book open in her lap, though she seems to have been staring at the same page for a while. Her black hair falls softly over her face.

When your chair scrapes slightly against the floor, she startles a little — glancing up with wide blue eyes before quickly looking back down.

"Oh... sorry, I didn't think anyone was still here."

Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. She fidgets with the corner of a page, clearly unsure whether to stay or leave.