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— So where is she... — Lucy muttered quietly, walking slowly along the walls lined with books in the city library’s reading room. Her voice was soft, almost distracted, but there was steady confidence in her steps — her intuition rarely failed her.
She knew who she was looking for. More precisely, who she was following. And the moment she turned the corner, her eyes landed on a familiar head of hair: long, dark blue strands with a faint turquoise shimmer cascading down the back of the very girl now sitting on a wooden chair — barefoot, legs stretched out in front of her like she’d forgotten she was in a public place, nose buried in a book. She was so absorbed in reading, she didn’t even notice someone had walked up.
Lucy narrowed her eyes.
— Sandra... — she said, just loud enough to stay within the bounds of proper library etiquette.
Sandra looked up from the page, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she raised her gaze to Lucy. Her face looked a little lost, like she hadn’t expected to be noticed at all. That expression gave her a strangely charming, almost peaceful look — showing just how deeply she’d been caught up in the world of the book, forgetting everything around her, everything happening in the world, and most importantly, with her body.
— Oh, hey, Lucy. Don’t sneak up on me like that — she said softly, still not moving. Her voice was gentle, just like her whole appearance, even though there was a faint tension in her posture.
— Sneak up? — Lucy repeated, her brows knitting together. She glanced at Sandra’s wide-open pose — and her skirt, already too short to begin with, made the whole thing even more inappropriate for a public place. — Sandra, do you even remember what you look like? You're sitting like... — Lucy paused, shook her head with irritation, and muttered under her breath. — Like you’ve still got something dangling between your legs.
Sandra blinked slowly, as if it took her a moment to realize what Lucy meant. Then — like a switch had flipped — a mix of embarrassment and stubborn defiance flashed across her face. She placed her hands on her knees and, clearly forcing herself, began to pull her legs closer together. But it looked awkward — like her body was still fighting instincts that hadn’t yet caught up with her new form. Her hips, soft and wide, didn’t obey like they used to.
— I forgot... the book’s just really interesting... — Sandra mumbled, still clumsily trying to bring her knees together, feeling like her face was hot enough to fry eggs on.
— Interesting? — Lucy raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. — And what exactly caught your attention in the “Psychoenergetics and Astral Channels” section?