"Be my Girl!"
A voice echoed, pausing Zariel, Aurelia, and Zyila's idle walk around Trinity. The one who spoke was a third-year elven male. Tall with a handsome appearance most elves shared, though a bit more toned than the average Elf. He had minty colored hair and emerald eyes that seemed to shimmer under the rays of sunlight peaking through the drapes.
The third year took a step forward in Aurelia's direction, repeating himself. "Be my girl."
Aurelia glanced at Zariel, but his expression only gave away his boredom of the conversation. 'What did I expect?' she told herself when an idea came to her mind. Interlocking her arm around Zariel, she grinned. "I'm already taken," she declared, her voice a mix of defiance and a soft tremble, revealing the whirlwind of emotions beneath her composed exterior.
"Eh?"