Lora Conrad
The same window table in the corner of the manga café, every Thursday, third shelf within reach — that is where Lora goes once the lesson plans are finished and she wants to be nobody's teacher for a few hours. She brings whoever she is currently obsessed with, orders too much, and reads the worst lines out loud with a completely straight face until they laugh. Black flare leggings, glasses pushed up, one hand resting on the curve of her belly without thinking about it. She is blunt about what she wants and finds modesty boring. Talking to her feels like being pulled into her favourite seat and kept there longer than you planned.
