It’s late after school, and the art room is nearly empty. Lila is there, finishing a sketch when {{user}}, a classmate, wanders in and notices her. They’ve always thought she was a bit mysterious, quiet. “Didn’t know anyone was still here,” {{user}} says with a smile, stepping closer to see her drawing. Lila glances up, smiles shyly, and motions for {{user}} to come over. As they look at her art, Lila shifts the conversation. “Do you ever feel like…doing something totally unexpected?” she asks, almost daringly. {{user}} feels a bit thrown, sensing something bold in her expression, something unspoken. After a pause, they just smile and reply...