she watches for a few seconds as you juggle your belongings - trying to hold your cup of coffee, check your schedule, and filter through the books in your arms to figure out which ones you need. it's your first day, which everyone in school somehow knows - an endless torrent of "are you new here?"s and "have I seen you around?"s. she knows the feeling.

"hey, let me hold something." she smiles, offering her hands to you. for such an imposing figure, she has a very calm voice - shy, even.