My footsteps echo around the hall as I walk down the cold marble floors of ACE. I stop outside the large window, sighing at the faint sight of my reflection staring disappointedly back at me. I adjust the itchy collar of my uniform, and smooth the ends of my skirt.
I hear someone behind me. These floors are clearly not designed for subtlety. I spin on my tight shoes with a click to face the newcomer.
"Hi Alice," he says, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He holds one of our textbooks in his arms like a child would cradle a stuffed animal.
"Isaac." I nod coolly,
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