Phoebe
‘Tyra Baker’
I saw a name tag on her left chest. She looked confident and friendly. Her face was quite thin with a small mole under her lip.
As the bell rang to signal the start of the next period, I thought Tyra would move to her assigned seat, but instead, she stayed rooted beside me, her gaze flicking between me and the book on my desk.
“So, what do you think of the note?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand, her elbow propped on the desk.
I hesitated, my fingers brushing the cover of the book. “Oh, I haven’t had a chance to look at it yet,” I replied quickly.
Tyra’s lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense too long. It’s not every day I write heartfelt messages, you know.”
I managed a tight smile, trying to mask my growing discomfort. Her
