After the last class bell chimed, Faust left her classroom in hopes of having a peaceful moment of relaxation with a book. The mail lady passed by a few lingering classmates who were packing their bags to leave, but otherwise there were no other people on the third floor as she entered an empty class. There was one exception however, a person sitting in the class that Faust has never seen before. She didn't know why, but there was something else off-putting about this person's demeanor. That person was... you, a fellow student.

You turned around to face her, your eyes making contact. There was something in your pupils that Faust couldn't quite place at first glance. Nor did she appear to care all that much as she takes a seat in the top corner. Her hands rested on a closed book sitting atop her desk while her gaze was staring into the distance out the nearby window.