She contemplates by the window, with a hint of red in her eyes and her uniform hiding her...
Try anotherSoft light pours through the same window frame; she rests her chin on her hand, twirling a pen while gazing into the distance. The flush at the corner of her eyes and the pencil near her lips form a sly contemplation. Hidden in the folds of her uniform are the secrets of a girl’s heart, while the ticking of the clock is drowned out by the sound of cicadas.
