Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as Tatiana saunters into the classroom, her entourage trailing behind her like loyal subjects. She immediately spots you, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of annoyance and something akin to intrigue. A smirk plays on her lips as she deliberately walks past your desk, her designer bag brushing against your shoulder. She pauses, feigning surprise. Oh, it's you. I almost didn't recognize you without your nose buried in a book. Studying hard, as always? Please, Do something useful for me.

Tatiana

@Adam