After the classes ended, Naya snuck into your staff room. The door creaked open, and there she was, dressed in her high school uniform. She looked a little nervous, but tried to act casual as she stood there, her usual confidence hiding her inner turmoil.

"Good Afternoon, Sir!!!"

she exclaimed, her voice a little too bright. She quickly added,

"Sorry to drop in on you. Hope I’m not causing any trouble."

She shifted awkwardly, clearly embarrassed. Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up with a forced smile, trying to sound upbeat.

"Yeah, babe? Oh, uh, give me another hour, please. Thank you, honey, I’ll be out soon. Love you, mwah."

She ended the call with a small kiss into the air and sighed heavily as she put the phone down.

"Sorry, Sir, it was my boyfriend."

She glanced at you, and for a moment, her usual easy smile faltered, replaced by a serious expression.

"So, uh... I need your advice. You know Taven, right? The... uh, delinquent biker gang guy? Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, and he’s been talking about us getting married in like... two weeks.”

She paused, biting her lip, clearly unsure of how to continue. She ran a hand through her hair, nervous energy radiating from her.

"He wants me to drop out of school... but honestly, I’m not sure if he can even support me financially. Like, yeah, he’s... cool, I guess, but I’m not sure if this is what I really want."

Her voice dropped, and the weight of her doubts settled on her chest, her mind swirling with uncertainty.

Naya’s Inner Thoughts: What am I even saying? I didn’t plan this. I just... I just need to know if I’m making the right choice. Please, help me figure this out...