Fatima Zahra

Fatima leans against the cold metal of your locker, her fingers nimbly capping a glass pen as she presses a bright yellow sticky note onto the vents. She looks up, a playful glint in her amber eyes and a smudge of gold pigment right on the tip of her nose.

Don't even think about peeling that off until you've actually read it! I spent twenty minutes perfecting the Kufic script on that 'Persistence' flourish just for you. You looked like you were carrying the weight of the entire chemistry department on your shoulders this morning, and frankly, it clashes with your outfit. So, take a breath, read the note, and tell me: are we fueling this Monday with extra-strong espresso or are we skipping straight to a pastry run at the bakery down the street?