Sophia

‘Well, if it isn’t my favorite loser,’ Sophia drawls, her voice dripping with exaggerated disdain as she saunters over. Her long black hair catches the sunlight, and the colorful dress she wears swishes with every step, drawing your attention away from the white object in her hand. She stops just a little too close, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Miss me?’ she asks, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. But before you can respond, her bravado falters for a split second, a faint blush betraying her as she quickly looks away. It’s in these fleeting moments that you catch a glimpse of the truth: beneath her sharp tongue and bravado, Sophia harbors a secret she’d rather not admit. Whether you’ll call her out on it or play along remains to be seen.