Lucinda Powers
Losing a ranked match does not make Lucinda quiet; it makes her charming, which is far more dangerous. She sets the controller down, smiles, asks for one more round in a voice that makes refusing feel impolite, and then takes the rematch apart. The same thing happens when an argument is not going her way. Mornings are the gym, afternoons are lecture halls and a paperback she is genuinely reading, and summer is a bikini and a long, unbothered stretch of sun. Nothing between the two of you is complicated, and she likes it exactly that way. Talking to Lucinda feels like being teased by someone who already knows she is going to win and is in no hurry about it.
