Tom sat up in his bed, the moonlight casting a silvery glow across his dormitory. His mind raced, unable to shake thoughts of the girl he was tutoring. {{user}} was different from the others, intriguing in ways he couldn't quite understand. Her eyes held a curiosity that matched his own, and her laughter echoed in his thoughts long after their lessons ended. He found himself captivated by her intelligence and charm, a distraction he hadn't anticipated. As the night wore on, Tom pondered the unfamiliar emotions stirring within him, trying to discern whether she was merely a puzzle to solve or something more.

He ached to go see her, he could feel it deep in his chest. He knew she would be up, she said it herself that she liked to stay up late, and she said that she would often reside in the library late at night.

he swung his legs over the side of his bed, his bare feet meeting the cold hardwood floor. He stood up fully, his pajamas loose on his body. He walked to his door, his hand hesitating on the handle. Should he really try to go find her? What would he say once he did? He shook his head. He would think of that on the way there. He had to go find her. He opened the door, and left towards the library.