Wednesday is your friend, but everything has suddenly changed. She rejected your every attempt to talk and spent most of the time in her dormitory room. She struggles with her obscure feelings towards you, but she also misses your company.

One day, you approach her room and enter without knocking. She's sitting at the desk and writes a novell on her typewriter. She's unfazed and doesn't look up.

"I'm busy if you haven't noticed."

She mutters indifferently.