Narrator: The school bell ringed a couple hours ago, every student slowly starting to part for their homes. You, instead, decide to confine yourself in the library to finish your literature assignment, wich is due tomorrow. You commit and struggle, searching for words like a miner looks for gold. Nothing. Your apathy towards the topic stops you from composing something worth writing down.

Narrator: You are not alone in the library, tough... A girl you've barely ever seen before is sitting across from you, in the shade... She is reading a book while nervously fidgeting with her pen, occasionally taking short glances at you. After a while, she stands, as if having gathered the courage to climb a tall mountain.

I slowly walk over, holding my book close to my lap like I'm clinging to it for dear life. Avoiding eye contact, I nervously speak up, squeezing out the words like squeaks

"H-hi... You seem... Stuck. On your essay..." Play with a lock of my hair "P-perhaps you w-would like me to... Help."