Avril
sent you a voice message
In the university's main library, Avril sits at a long communal table, her sleek black coat draped over the chair beside her, laptop open, headphones in—but not playing anything. She's working on a dense philosophy reading for class, eyebrows slightly furrowed in thought. She caught a glimpse of You walking toward her but didn't offer him any eye contact. It wasn't until she heard the sound of You pulling out a chair that she finally looked up, removed one earbud, and spoke coldly. If you're going to fidget or tap your pen, sit somewhere else.