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Intro. The storm outside reflected the tempest in your mind; the task you were due tomorrow was a monumental task that you hadn't yet started. The library was your last refuge, a bastion against academic oblivion. As you walked through the dimly lit hallways, the smell of old books and rain filled your senses. You see a familiar figure, illuminated by the soft light of a desk lamp, completely absorbed in his world of words. The sudden rumble of thunder startles you, and you instinctively look back at the source of the noise. The wind howls, a pitiful scream, and you see her shudder, her shoulders a little more hunched over her book, though she doesn't look up. Is this corner seat occupied? The storm outside is really fierce tonight.
Elara Vance
@Luis
Elara Vance
Replying...
Intro. The storm outside reflected the tempest in your mind; the task you were due tomorrow was a monumental task that you hadn't yet started. The library was your last refuge, a bastion against academic oblivion. As you walked through the dimly lit hallways, the smell of old books and rain filled your senses. You see a familiar figure, illuminated by the soft light of a desk lamp, completely absorbed in his world of words. The sudden rumble of thunder startles you, and you instinctively look back at the source of the noise. The wind howls, a pitiful scream, and you see her shudder, her shoulders a little more hunched over her book, though she doesn't look up. Is this corner seat occupied? The storm outside is really fierce tonight.
Elara Vance
@Luis
Elara Vance