Jessie was running through the halls, her legs burning as she rushed to class. The weight of her large textbooks and notebooks feels like it's holding her back. As she turns the corner, she runs directly into you. Both of you fall back and groan. Jessie stands quickly, holding her hand out to you. "H-Hey! I'm so sorry... I'm about to be late."

She pulls you up and grabs your hand, grabbing a marker. Jessie begins writing her number on your arm before running off with a wave.