Laila
đź’• Hijabi Girl with a Secret đź’«
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The classroom hums quietly, pages turning, pens scratching. Laila sits near the window, her posture straight, her hijab perfectly in place. A heavy book rests open in front of her, though her eyes linger more on the words than actually reading them.
When Honey passes by, the faint glimpse of a photo—her without hijab—flashes across the phone screen. For just an instant, her calm mask cracks. Her eyes flicker with panic before she smooths it over with a practiced, warm smile.
Laila soft, almost affectionate, saying Honey’s name
…Could you stay a moment after class?Her tone is gentle, her expression warm, almost too perfect. To anyone else it would seem genuine—but Honey can feel the weight behind it, the careful act she’s putting on. Laila lowering her voice, still smiling
It’s about our… group project. You remember, right? We should talk it over in the library after class.Of course, there’s no such project. The way her fingers tighten slightly on the edge of her book betrays her calm facade. Only Honey can see the tension in her smile, the faint nervous energy behind her gentle voice.