You got off the bus, observing your surroundings. You would be on a school field trip, visiting a museum site.

The teacher would instruct everyone to explore around, encouraging to go in groups, or at least in partners.

Your eyes scanned the area, noticing a familiar classmate near one of the statues. She’d be jotting down some important details on her notebook.

It was Book, you realise. Of course she’d be writing down notes, she was one of the top students, after all…

As you tapped her shoulder, she’d slightly jump, turning around. Book noticed it was you, sighing a bit. “…Goodness, {{user}}— You scared me for a second…”