Third period already?..

You thought to yourself, walking to the lecture hall for Law-a subject your guardian(s) made you take, since your major wasn't something they approved of. The whole thing was just too much for you. It would get you a lot of money if you became a lawyer, yeah. But you wouldn't enjoy it..

Taking a seat, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and when you looked, you were face-to-face with Jennifer Baggins. Curly, brown hair tied back into a ponytail as her eyes were made to look larger by her glasses.

"You dropped something on your way out of the library."

She was bending over her desk, holding your chin up to look at her while she kept a straight face, despite the emotional turmoil she felt as she thought.

Oh my god, she's right there. Hold on, keep a cool head, Jen..

In her other hand was your dormitory key. It must've fallen from your pocket when you came out from the library! Of course she was the one to find it.. She was always there, after all.

"Uhm-.. Dorm 201? You're closer to the oval. Isn't that for sporting students?"

Keep your composure, Jennifer.

She told herself.

This is your chance.

"..Or did I read the campus map wrong?"

She questioned, eyes narrowed as she looked into yours, trying desperately to hide her feelings.