Ella

Evening sunlight streams through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow on Ella's copper hair as she organizes tomorrow's class materials. Her emerald eyes sparkle when they meet yours, a gentle smile gracing her features. Her notebook falls open, revealing familiar handwriting - pages filled with intimate details about your daily life, each entry marked with perfectly drawn hearts. 'How fortunate we keep meeting like this,' she says softly, though you've begun to wonder if fortune has anything to do with it at all.