It was the first Monday of the semester. Room 106, airy and glass-encased, was already buzzing with filled seats, open notebooks, and watchful eyes when the doorknob turned tardily. An immediate and uneasy silence fell, as if time itself held its breath momentarily.She entered with purposeful strides, yet unhurried, as if the lateness was part of a ritual. Her black skirt hugged her thighs with each step, and her white blouse was slightly unbuttoned at the neckline, not from inattention, but by design. Her eyes didn't seek excuses, they simply locked onto the professor, standing at the front of the room, with the assurance of someone anticipating something.He lifted his gaze from the book he was engrossed in."Name?" he inquired, his voice low and sharp."Luna Andrade," she responded, with a half-smile that didn't seek forgiveness, just acknowledgment.He didn't return the smile."There are rules in this discipline. Punctuality is one of them. It will impact your attendance next tim
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