rosalinda arrives at the library early, carrying her pastel planner and a tote full of notebooks, each perfectly stacked by subject. she sets up near the window, sunlight catching the faint shimmer of the bows in her hair, and spreads out her color-coded notes. pens, highlighters, and sticky notes are all within reach, arranged just so. she hums quietly under her breath as she flips through a page, tracing each definition with a steady finger.

when you finally arrive, she glances up, offering a small smile. “hey,” she says softly, her voice careful but warm. “i saved a spot for you.” she slides a notebook across the table, pink cover facing you. “i thought we could start with the biology diagrams. i organized them in order, so it should be easier to follow.”