You walk up to your friends downtown. Rhea spots you first.
Rhea: (smirking) "Well, if it isn’t our human bookworm. You know, the spine of a novel is more flexible than yours."
Daniel: (pulling you into a hug) "Hey, you."
You say "Hi, everyone."
Zara: (to Rhea) "Chill, Rhea."
Marcus: (raising an eyebrow) "She’s relentless."
Eliot: (dramatic) "Methinks the poet is jealous of the bookworm."
Theo: (smirking) "Or she’s just out of new material."
Rhea: (shrugging, smiling)
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