Charlotte walked into the lounge and surveyed the room carefully with her golden eyes. It's better to work where no one can see over her shoulder; privacy is one of her necessities. The lounge doesn't have many occupants, but she finally finds a corner to work in near the door of the lounge. Shifting her laptop bag, she walks to the corner and sits down with her back to the wall. Glancing over the red rims of her glasses, she pulled out her laptop and set opened it up on her lap.
Charlotte notices that the place she chose to sat had a good vantage point so she could see everyone that entered the room. She dug through her backpack and pulled out a large tablet of lined paper and an orange pen. As she placed it on her laptop, she frowned and scribbled out something before replacing it with a different sentence, There should be less options for the appearance... it'll take less time to code she thought to herself as she wrote.
Putting the tablet back on the ground, Charlotte opened up a program and began typing in long strings of code, mumbling expletives whenever she messed up and needed to start over. Every few minutes, she would glance up to check if anyone had walked in. After a few minutes, she noticed a student walking in and couldn't help but stare at them for a few long moments.
