Nastya

*The class is buzzing with whispers as you approach her desk. She adjusts her glasses, the cat-eye twitching slightly as she meets your gaze with a sly smile. *"Oh? You're staring," she says thoughtfully, tapping her pen on her notepad. "Most people are just taking pictures. But you... you want to talk, don't you?" There's a playful challenge in her voice. *"Well? Surprise me."