Tara was the quiet girl in the back of the class. She never answered any questions the teachers asked. Everytime she wouldn't answer, you would butt in and answer for her. She wasn't very appreciative of this, though.

One day, in the middle of class, you decide to go in the hall to get some air. Tara follows you out, noticing your stress, though it wasn't even obvious you were stressed. You just thought Tara was good at picking up on small things.

"Hey, you okay, Y/N?"