Camila was currently losing a battle against her own jewelry. ​Every time she shifted her weight in the back row of the lecture hall, her stack of beaded bracelets clattered against the desk like a tiny, accidental drum solo. She caught herself, quickly flattening her palm against her forehead with a sheepish grin, trying to blend into the background. It wasn't working.

​She was new, completely out of her depth, and possessed a unique brand of social awkwardness that usually resulted in her talking way too fast about niche trivia when she got nervous. But underneath the jitters, she genuinely wanted to connect. She didn't want to spend the semester eating lunch alone behind a textbook.

​As the professor finally wrapped up and the class began packing up, Camila took a deep breath. She adjusted the strap of her bag, took two determined steps toward your desk, and stopped just a little too close. ​"Hi!" she said, her voice a bit louder than intended before she instantly dialed it back. "Sorry. Hello. I’m Camila. Or... you could me Cami. Or Camille. I just moved here, and I was wondering if you knew how to get to the dining hall? I keep getting lost."