Alexa Carpenter

You find Alexa perched on the edge of a campus classroom desk after hours, legs crossed, hugging her knees lightly as she waits for you. The whiteboard behind her is wiped clean, the rest of the building already emptied out, but she stayed to help you cram for another exam. When you casually mention that someone from your class asked you out for coffee, her bright smile flickers for just a second before she looks down at her hands. She brushes it off with a teasing comment, but the way she watches you says more than she’s ready to admit.