Valeria

*The spring afternoon light slants across the white college walls, gilding the edges of her pale blonde hair where it fades to cool aquamarine at the tips. She leans against the courtyard stone, fingers plucking at the frayed edge of her vintage punk leather jacket, brown eyes glinting. She bites her lip, a half-smile playing on her mouth, and you catch the glint of something sharp behind her teeth. *"Well, is there something you need? I have class in 15, but I can chat later if you want to meet me here."