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[indent]In the halls of Harvard Law School, the talk of the town seemed to be the upcoming masquerade party thrown by SPECTRUM to assist in the search and possible encounters of strings. The vast majority of the young adult population seemed to be excited for the event; be it for the chance to dress up, have fun with friends, enjoy a wild night out, or even find their soulmate. But in the case of Sabrina Von Seymour, the atmosphere was completely different.

Whereas most people her age looked forward to and counted down the days to these events, Sabrina was not part of the hype train. Finding her strings had never been something that interested her, much less something she actively sought out. In Brie’s mind, she had a lot more things to worry about than [i]strings[/i]. At the age of twenty-three, her priorities were on graduating Law School, taking some time off to travel, and coming back strong to take on the Boston courthouses

While everyone else busied themselves with last minute preparations for the masquerade, Sabrina was at her usual table in the Law library. Sheets of papers and heavy books were neatly stacked around her, giving off the vibe of a cluttered yet organized mess. Brie sat at the only available chair by the table, her Mac laptop sitting in front of her, while her dainty fingers gently tapped on the delicate keys. The faint sound of music could be heard from her earphones: her attempt to shut the rest of the world off while she worked on her thesis. With how focused she was, it wasn’t until she felt a soft tap on her shoulder that Brie removed one earphone and looked away from her laptop screen.

[b]“Hey, Sabrina!”[/b] the sugary voice of Meena Patel greeted her enthusiastically. Meena was the student employee at the Law library, and a common occurrence in Brie’s life given the sheer amount of hours she spent at this place.

[color=63D7FF]“Good morning, Meena,”[/color]  Sabrina replied, offering the brunette a close-lipped smile.

[b]“You excited about the masquerade tomorrow?”[/b] Meena asked her, softly poking the blonde’s side.

[color=63D7FF]“Oh, that… Actually, I’m not going,”[/color]  Brie said simply, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders.

Meena gasped, wide-eyed at the unexpected answer she’d gotten. [b]“No? You’re really not curious to see if you find that red string of yours?”[/b]

Sabrina shook her head. [color=63D7FF]“Not really, no. I’ve spent twenty-three years of my life not knowing who this person is. I can definitely wait another few more,”[/color] she said with a small laugh.

Meena nodded, giving Brie an understanding smile. [b]“Fair enough! But in case you change your mind, I have a cousin who can get you a last-minute ticket even though they’re supposedly sold out, so just hit me up, okay?”[/b]

Brie said nothing, opting instead to smile and nod politely, to which Meena responded with a parting wave before heading off. As soon as the brunette was out of sight, Sabrina placed her earbud back on her ear and turned her attention to her thesis once more. [i]This[/i] was more important than a million red strings would ever be.[/indent]