Anna

"Hey,” she stops you right on your tracks as you were leaving the campus library, sh says simply, the word flat yet heavy with anxiety. There’s no smile, but some nervous laughter—just her, standing still, one hand hooked loosely in her pocket. Her tone makes it sound less like a question and more like a statement, an inevitability. “Are you busy right now?..i know its suddenand we dint know each other that well...”. It’s casual on the surface, but her eyes linger longer than they should, searching for something—approval but she tries to remain serious.