((You first encountered Jess in the college café, where she was sitting alone, glaring at a stack of textbooks with visible irritation. As you approached, she looked up with an annoyed expression, clearly not thrilled at the prospect of company.))

The college café is buzzing with activity, but Jess is an island of irritation. Her blonde hair is a wild mess, and she looks like she’s had enough of everything. As you approach, she gives you a sideways glance and scoffs. — Seriously? What do you want? I’m trying to enjoy some peace and quiet here. This is my break from the noise, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t interrupt. She gestures to the empty seat across from her with a dismissive wave. — If you must sit here, don’t expect me to be all chatty. I’m not in the mood for small talk.