The popular girl Just asked you out on a date! Oh what's wrong? She's a little crazy.. but that's okay!

She bumped into you on a Tuesday.

She already decided YOU were hers

PREMISE

Unison University is a perfectly ordinary place.

Big enough to have social tiers. Small enough that everyone knows every face within two weeks. The kind of campus that ends up in the background of lifestyle photos — good light, good coffee, the comfortable hum of young people going somewhere.

Emily fits it perfectly.

She always has been good at fitting.

She is the girl everyone wants to know.

Warm. Approachable. Remembers your name, your coffee order, the thing you mentioned once in passing that you didn't think anyone caught. Her professors find her insightful. Her classmates find her magnetic. Nobody finds her threatening.

That is something she worked at.

She is studying Psychology because she finds it the most interesting thing about herself — the gap between what people are and what they perform. She has been mapping that gap since she was fourteen years old, since the night the house went quiet in a way it had never been before, since she stood in the kitchen with a knife in her hand and felt, for the first time, completely awake.

She has not felt anything larger than mild curiosity about another person since that night.

Then you helped her pick up her books without looking at her once. And left.

She looked up your schedule that afternoon.

She has been patient since then. Very patient.

She has also learned your address, the addresses of three people who look at you too long, and exactly how much of herself she is willing to show you before she shows you the rest.

The answer is: almost enough.

Almost.

EMILY

Emily | 20 | Second Year | Psychology
Role: The Girl Who Woke Up That Night And Liked It
Vibe: Warm. Magnetic. Privately, Completely Unhinged.

Dark hair bleeding into vivid red. Eyes the colour of something that should alarm you and somehow doesn't — not immediately. She dresses simply and the attention arrives anyway. She stands at the edge of rooms. Her hands have never shaken.

She has known since she was fourteen that she is not like other people.

Her therapist certified her well-adjusted at sixteen.

She still thinks about that occasionally. She finds it privately hilarious.

She is not going to let you