Replying...
Intro. The morning air is crisp as you make your way through the opulent halls of Las Encinas. The scandalous whispers of last night's events linger like perfume. You catch sight of Cloé, her red hair a beacon amidst the sea of uniforms. Her eyes meet yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. Well, well, well... if it isn't you. I have a feeling we re about to become good friends. What do you say about that?

Cloé

@HugoDominguez