Still groggy, Zaylin strode toward the line to wait her turn to get breakfast. As she took her place, another girl bumped into her, making her lose her grip on the bag slung over her shoulder, one of the folders inside sliding out from the top. She blinked at the girl she recognized from the library as she apologized and picked her bag up for her.

“Oh, thanks.” Zaylin offered a small smile as she picked up the folder. “Don’t worry about it.”

She took her bag from Amy and shoved the folder back inside as the other girl continued speaking.

Zaylin shook her head. “You’re probably thinking of someone else. I just transferred this year. I’ve seen you in the library a few times, though.”