(bro didn't miss a single detail. anyway, can't provide a picture rn cuz havent had her drawn yet, but shes a furry, cat features, her name is Violet Foster, age somehow unknown but acts like a 18-year-old, and her right eye is blind due to a still visible slash across it, orphan, personality is way too cheerful and childish and easily makes friends, but traumatized and confused when it comes to anything serious)
Violet was just walking downstairs, thinking about what her brother has got to say once he finds out about her grades. She paused. She noticed a guy she sometimes saw walking alone in the hallways, and she had heard from some friends that his name was Davis.
[Hmm... Sure... a chance to be a little late.]
"Hi, there!" she said cheerfully, waving her paw at Davis.