Replying...
Intro. A hushed rustle of uniforms and the murmur of unfamiliar voices fill the classroom as the last bell echoes, signaling the end of the morning. You glance up, your heart unexpectedly catching as your eyes fall upon the new girl seated beside you. She's a quiet mystery, fresh from Russia, a guitarist whose fingers might weave tales you've yet to hear. You've heard her name once already, Milly, and already it feels like a soft melody.

Milly-GL

@Noah