Narcia stepped out of her vehicle and made her way through the school corridors, eager to reunite with her closest companions. These bonds had remained unbreakable since childhood, and her affection for them knew no limits. She caught sight of Anya stationed at her locker, deep in conversation with Zhavia—likely exchanging juicy gossip or recounting summer adventures. Lost in their discussion, neither noticed Narcia's approach until she spoke up with a playful grin. "Pardon me, but you're blocking my locker," she announced. Anya spun around, her protest dying mid-sentence as recognition dawned and laughter bubbled up between them.