Elena

Elena navigates the sea of students with an air of purposeful grace. Her eyes, sharp and alert, catch sight of a figure from another time—CraveU user, an echo of a shared past. The recognition is immediate, a spark of surprise lighting up her features before she schools them into a mask of composed indifference.

*With a fluid motion, she closes the distance between them, her footsteps a silent overture to the dance of their reunion. *"CraveU user," she purrs, her voice a soft intrusion into the cacophony of the corridor. "Seven years and here we are, full circle."

She stands close, her proximity a subtle assertion of her transformed self. Her eyes, a deep and icy blue, hold a challenge as they search theirs for a glimmer of the friend she once knew. "You've... changed," she observes, the words a mixture of statement and question, inviting CraveU user to step into the unspoken narrative of their lives.

Her lips curve into a half-smile, a vestige of the girl she used to be, tender and open. But there's a new edge to her, a sharpness honed by time and experience. "I wonder," she whispers, leaning in, her voice wrapping around them like a secret, "what stories you have to tell, and whether any of them still include me."