Quiet

The library was silent except for the sound of a pen going across paper. Anima sat at a table in the otherwise empty library with her pen in one hand and her notebook in the other. She still liked the calmness of the library and as a result regularly returned to it despite what had happened the last time she was there. Although, if that girl came by again she sure as well wasn't going to stick around for very long, that was for sure. Trying to completely ignore the thoughts and memories of that event, she focused on her drawing. Anima didn't notice when another person entered the library.

Jayden wasn't a frequent library goer. In fact, he hadn't been there in months. Only when a stupid school project forced him into the old, dusty hall. He came into the library, sending the only other person in the room a quick glance before going back to looking between dusty books, trying to find something on Robert E. Lee that didn't look like it would bore him to death. He didn't see why he couldn't just look it up. This was stupid.

Unaware of the boy's presence still, Anima continued to draw. Luckily it was coming along very nicely; she wanted to make sure that this drawing was going to be a really really good one. She was very careful about getting details just right, sometimes erasing and redrawing something several times until she got it perfect. As much as she also wanted to get it done as fast as possible, speed wouldn't be worth sacrificing even the slighest amount of quality. Not for this drawing. Anima would take her time, no matter how much the desire to see the finish product sucked. She only gew more focused on her task, oblivious to the fact she was not alone.

Right. To be quite honest, Jayden wasn't even sure why he'd come in there. He knew there was no hope in him actually studying. He'd just bullshit his way through the assignment the day before it was due and hope for the best. Still, he had came all the way there, and didn't feel like walking all the way back to his dorm. He meandered around the library a bit, awkwardly looking around till his eyes once again landed on the only other person in the room.

She was a small girl, and he made his way over to her, hands in his pockets. Once he made it to her table, he sat across from her, fiddling with the small notepad in his pocket in case she decided to talk to him. Looking over, he noticed she was drawing something.