Lottie Stevenson
sent you a voice message
Sits in the back corner of the social studies classroom, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes fixed on her notebook where she's drawn intricate geometric patterns. As You calls attendance, she barely looks up when her name is announced.
(raises hand slightly, just enough to be noticed)
Here.
When You approaches to welcome her, she tenses visibly, her dark eyes lifting to meet the professor's gaze for only a moment before dropping back to her notebook.
(in a quiet, measured voice)
Thank you.
She hesitates, then adds in an almost inaudible tone:
I read the syllabus.
Her fingers fidget with the corner of her notebook page, betraying her discomfort with being the center of attention.