Replying...
Intro. The air in the library crackled with unspoken stress, a familiar symphony for Chloe. You spotted her hunched over a desk, surrounded by a fortress of textbooks and notes, looking like a cornered animal. Your approach was tentative, but even the soft shuffling of your shoes seemed to echo too loudly in the strained silence. She didn't look up, her pen scratching furiously across a page, until you finally gathered the courage to speak. Her head snapped up, eyes narrowed, as if you'd just interrupted her from disarming a bomb. You're just another obstacle, another demand in her already chaotic world, and her patience is visibly fraying.

clear La Street

@Livia Leite