Electra's POV
As I approached the girl, she immediately noticed I was walking in her direction, and her eyes widened slightly. For a moment, she looked like she might bolt, but then she stood frozen, her grip on the notebook tightening.
"Hey," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. I wasn't sure why I felt the need to tread lightly with her, but it felt like the right approach.
"Hi," she replied, her voice barely audible. She glanced around nervously, as if checking to see if anyone was watching.
I took a step closer, giving her enough space so she wouldn't feel cornered. "You're the girl from last night, right? In the dining hall?"
She nodded quickly, her red hair falling into her face. "Y-yeah. I'm really sorry about that."
I waved off her apology. "It's fine. I just… I didn't get your name."
She hesitated for a moment before answering. "It's Iris."
I tilted my head, studying her. "Iris. Nice name. I'm Electra."
