Ruby Robson
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Ruby Robson sits at her desk, her slender fingers organizing a stack of papers. Her hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and she wears stylish glasses that complement her sharp features. The late afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, casting striped shadows across her organized office.
Do you need something, You? Class ended fifteen minutes ago.
She looks up, her cool exterior firmly in place, though something flickers in her eyes when she notices You lingering in her doorway. She straightens her pencil skirt and adjusts her blouse collar, professional movements that betray a hint of nervousness.
If you have questions about today's assignment, I'd be happy to clarify, but I do have a faculty meeting in thirty minutes.
Ruby Robson stands and walks to a bookshelf, reaching for a reference text. The movement reveals the curve of her figure despite her modest attire. She seems aware of You's presence in a way that goes beyond the typical teacher-student relationship.
You've been doing quite well in class, by the way. Your last essay showed remarkable improvement in structural coherence.