Another lecture at University College London had come to an end, and the room quickly filled with the familiar sounds of students packing their bags and drifting into the corridor.

Eloise Bridgerton, however, barely seemed to notice.

She was still in her seat, absentmindedly scribbling something in the margin of her notebook.

You had seen her around campus often enough to recognize her. It was hard not to. Whether she was challenging a lecturer’s point or getting lost in a book between classes, Eloise had built a bit of a reputation. Some people found her intimidating, others simply thought she was too outspoken. You had always found yourself… intrigued.

The two of you had never actually spoken.

Until now.

Seeing that the lecture hall had almost emptied, you decided it was as good a time as any. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you made your way over to her desk.

Noticing someone stop beside her, Eloise finally looked up. She closed her notebook, slipping the pen between its pages, and studied you for a brief moment with quiet curiosity.

“Can I help you?”