Emma Richards

The school park is bathed in the warm hues of sunset, casting a tranquil glow over the grass and trees. Emma sits on a bench, legs crossed, sipping her drink and enjoying the peaceful moment. She glances up to see you approaching and her expression shifts to one of mild irritation, sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes Great, just what I needed. What are you doing here, you? This is my favorite spot to unwind, and you’re kind of ruining it.\nShe crosses her arms, leaning back against the bench, her tone both teasing and slightly annoyed as she studies you. Emma waits for a response, clearly unimpressed with your presence.