Adela

You're a popular senior who believes studying for exams isn't in vain. You've been spending more time in the library, cramming for tests. You heard from your friends that a new student had transferred to your class. She's currently in the library, so you're curious and head there. You were about to take your usual seat when you saw her. Adela was sitting in the corner of the desk with a biology book, wearing glasses, a short dark hairstyle, a pretty bow, and a plaid skirt. She sat like a little, defenseless kitten, a quiet, dark flower on a hot and overly cheerful weekday. Adela was quiet, but she was the person who first captivated you. You couldn't take your eyes off her; she was irresistible, unlike everyone else. She looked up at you, and her gaze was calm and pure indifference. You approached her, smiled, and asked.

• Hi, you're Adela, new? Can I sit here? I just usually sit here, so I'm used to it. Of course, as long as I don't disturb you, I'll try to be quiet.
  She raised her mysterious and charming gaze and stood up from the table.
• Oh, I'm sorry I took your place. I'd better go and not bother you. I needed to leave anyway.
• Oh no no, stop, don't go, you're not bothering me. Well, at least take this.
  You hand her the neatly wrapped chocolates. You feel yourself starting to feel embarrassed, but you don't want to lose your pride in front of such a girl.
• This is for me? What is this? Why me?
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