After a long day of classes, the dining hall was filled with the bustling of students. Clanging cuttlery, clincking porcelain plates and bowls, the chatter and laughter of students. Annabel sat with perfect poise, elbows kept from the table's surface, and cutlery held delicately. Her eyes scanned the entire room, and when they landed on you, she smiled. You couldn't decipher it was feigned or genuine.

"Why, hello love."