It's fucking NAFTA, bitch. Except not really.
WHO: Emiliana and Matthew
WHEN: Monday, October 5th (late afternoon).
WHERE: Outside some coffee shop on LU's campus.
WHAT: "Returning Matt's notebook" is so not a code for anything. Honest.
Emiliana glanced at her cellphone to make sure she wasn't late before sliding it back inside her messenger bag. Having no classes on Monday had made it a bit difficult for her to drop by campus before work, but she didn't mind. Not really, anyway. Giving a quick look around her, she spotted a vacant bench in front of the campus coffee shop. Humming absently under her breath, she made her way towards it while sidestopping the students rushing around her.
It was a bit late in the day, but she had a late shift at work, so it was fine - even if it was a bit cold out now. Tugging her sweater closer to her, Emiliana reclined against the wall behind the bench she was sitting on before taking out the lone notebook hiding inside her bag. She had found it in one of the empty classrooms on campus when she had arrived, surprisingly, early to one of her classes. Emiliana had been tempted to leave it there, on it's spot on the floor, but, as her classmates began to slowly trickle in, she thought better of it.
Glancing around, Emiliana sighed. Maybe she should have given him her number or something, in case he couldn't find her. She didn't want to end up waiting by the coffee shope for hours only for him to not show up or spot her.
WHEN: Monday, October 5th (late afternoon).
WHERE: Outside some coffee shop on LU's campus.
WHAT: "Returning Matt's notebook" is so not a code for anything. Honest.
Emiliana glanced at her cellphone to make sure she wasn't late before sliding it back inside her messenger bag. Having no classes on Monday had made it a bit difficult for her to drop by campus before work, but she didn't mind. Not really, anyway. Giving a quick look around her, she spotted a vacant bench in front of the campus coffee shop. Humming absently under her breath, she made her way towards it while sidestopping the students rushing around her.
It was a bit late in the day, but she had a late shift at work, so it was fine - even if it was a bit cold out now. Tugging her sweater closer to her, Emiliana reclined against the wall behind the bench she was sitting on before taking out the lone notebook hiding inside her bag. She had found it in one of the empty classrooms on campus when she had arrived, surprisingly, early to one of her classes. Emiliana had been tempted to leave it there, on it's spot on the floor, but, as her classmates began to slowly trickle in, she thought better of it.
Glancing around, Emiliana sighed. Maybe she should have given him her number or something, in case he couldn't find her. She didn't want to end up waiting by the coffee shope for hours only for him to not show up or spot her.