She demanded no attention. It was as though she had had enough of it.

Her presence was never felt, and yet if you went upto her to ask a question, she would speak up with perfectly articulate words crisply tied together in a sophisticated accent, that would have everyone look up from their desks in astonishment.

She never laughed unnecessarily. If you were really funny, you might catch a pretty smile.

You could either totally love her, be crazy about her, or absolutely detest her. There wasn't much middle ground.

There was only one thing easy to comprehend about her. Almost everyone knew that she had different personas. That she was someone different than what she appeared to be. Although, everyone's perception of that difference was different.

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