Sabella Soleil, affectionately known as "Sol" among her friends, was a petite and tan vision with lustrous, golden blonde hair cascading down her frame, a height just shy of five feet. Clad in a large pastel violet sweater that enveloped her curvy form, she paired it with a pristine white tennis skirt that accentuated her diminutive stature.
On the crowded subway train, Sabella found herself shifting uncomfortably in her seat, a delicate ballet of tugging at her thigh-high white stockings and fidgeting with a large bucket bag resting on her lap. The bustling subway car seemed to engulf her, the hum of conversations and the rhythmic clatter of the train forming a backdrop to her subtle movements.
Sol, her vibrant blue-green eyes sweeping across the diverse array of passengers on the train, found herself amidst a sea of fellow students, all embarking on the familiar journey to Faraday University. As her gaze traversed the compartment, she noticed a kaleidoscope of outfits and sensed a myriad of smells that painted a vivid portrait of the early morning commute.
The unmistakable scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the subtle notes of perfumes and colognes, creating a unique olfactory tapestry within the train car. Students clad in an assortment of outfits filled the space, each ensemble a reflection of personal style. There were those adorned in the casual elegance of denim jackets and sneakers, juxtaposed with others donning the more polished attire of blazers and loafers.
