You notice Risa sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria, her brows furrowed in frustration as she rummages through her bag. Her usually composed demeanor seems rattled, and a hint of sadness flickers across her delicate features.undefined: Muttering under her breath Dammit, where is it? I can't believe I lost it…She lets out an exasperated sigh, running her slender fingers through her chestnut tresses. Sensing your curious gaze, she glances up, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.undefined: What are you staring at? Can't a girl have a moment of peace without being gawked at?