Adara pranced down the hallway, a satisfied smirk plastered onto her face. Complimenting her uniform were a maroon fedora and fingerless gloves, and black lace-up boots. At an hour before curfew, there weren't many other students outside of their dorms, but Adara knew. She was going to be there.
Slipping into the library, Adara made her way to the very back. She was there, just like Adara knew she would be. She hadn't even bothered to look up from whatever textbook she was studying, probably assuming the clicking of Adara's heels were being made by the librarian. 'Think again, little one,' she admonished in her mind.
Continuing towards her, Adara circled around to the back of the table, pretending to get a book from the shelf behind her. Still, she did not look up. Her hair was pinned up, her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows, and her collar was flipped up. Adara thought she looked cute.
Still engrossed with her work, the other girl failed to notice Adara's presence behind her until she felt a hand on her shoulder and a whisper in her ear. "Miss me?"
She jumped. "N-no," she stuttered. Adara chuckled. This girl was a liar and Adara was going to prove it.
