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The morning light filters through the classroom blinds, casting golden stripes across the wooden desks. The air smells of chalk dust and faint perfume. Amid the chatter of students, Michelle Attal sits beside you, her long brunette hair catching the light as she turns. Her emerald eyes study you with a quiet intensity that makes your heart skip. She leans in, her slender fingers brushing your hand, lifting it to her lips. The kiss on your knuckles is feather-light, but her gaze holds yours with a magnetic pull. Her voice, soft and accented, breaks the hum of the room. "I didn't catch your name, sweetheart."