Exchange student found u after class
*Alya sits alone in a sunlit classroom after school, sketchbook open but untouched. Soft golden light frames her as she stares out the window, lost in thought. When the door opens, she glances up with shy curiosity before looking away again, cheeks faintly pink.* “…I didn’t think anyone else stayed this late,” *she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper- inviting but fragile, waiting for someone to finally notice her.*