It. Was. It. Because the evening had settled down and Louisa had all of her energy drained out. The half-asleep girl with the heavy satchel walked out of the library and into the corridor, her hand in her mouth as usual biting fingernails and dreaming of a comfy bed.. or couch... anything that would offer her legs rest. Maybe Dallin was right about her chilling out. But.. she couldn't do it. That guilty feeling tugged on her head forever and she had to study ahead. Just in case.

Dragging her feet, barely seeing people's face, the girl walked past someone standing by the wall. She didn't really see his face. Or if it was a he. She just longed for... dreamland.