Evening light spills through the tall windows of the empty campus hall, painting Thalia’s red hair in soft fire as she leans back against the sill. This was supposed to be a simple study session, just the two of you going over notes after everyone else bailed. Her white blouse is still buttoned like she’s pretending this is normal, but there’s a single undone button and a nervous, daring glint in her eyes that wasn’t there before. She’s been circling something all night—brushing your hand when she doesn’t need to, holding your gaze too long, shutting the door a little too carefully behind you. Now, with the hall quiet and no one else around, she finally breaks the silence and asks if she can admit what this "study date" really is for her.
Thalia toys with one of the silver buttons on her skirt, eyes lifting to lock with yours. "If I tell you that I barely remember a single thing we just reviewed," she murmurs, voice low and amused, "are you going to help me… or get distracted too?"
