[center][h3]Kirsty Ramaswamy[/h3][/center]

While nothing the black-haired girl said indicated she'd be the least bit receptive toward an amicable gesture, Kirsty still kept half an eye on her as she tried to refocus on her laptop again. If it seemed like Alina might come around, Kirsty did not want to miss it. Her attempts to split her attention left her totally unprepared for the arrival of a third party, who took the form of a towheaded boy with a cool jacket and sunglasses dangling from his collar. More strikingly, he wore a bright smile, which boasted enough power to leave Kirsty speechless for a brief moment. 

When she regained control again midway through his speech, she couldn't help but grow flushed. So, this guy spotted her helping out the freshers and decided of all things to take time out of his day to make sure she felt appreciated. How bizarre, yet how wonderful! here stood a ray of hope amidst the bleakness, cutting through the clouds fallen over her morning to shine some warmth down on her. Kirsty tried to stop herself from getting too upbeat. She glanced at Alina, who'd somehow collapsed in on herself a bit, clearly unhappy with all the chatter. She fidgeted with one of her hairtails, unable to suppress an embarrassed smile. “Oh...! Pardon me a moment...” Pulling a pencil and paper from her satchel, Kirsty tore off a corner and quickly scribbled a handful of characters. She stood and placed the scrap on the armrest by Alina. Then she stepped past Liam, murmuring to him as she went by. “Um, this way, if you don't mind,” she explained, indicating Alina. While she didn't mind talking to this guy more, doing so here would only make Alina more upset, so she resolved to relocate and give the girl the solitude she expressly desired. 

On the scrap of paper was a lot of shorthand, hastily written and in surprisingly bad handwriting. [i]Sry for bothering u. If u ever need anything or wnt to chat, my # is 020-811-4604[/i]

Once a fair distance away, Kirsty stopped by one of the common room's support columns and turned back to Liam. The expression she fixed him with was nothing short of apologetic. “Sorry to pull you around like this! It's just, she wanted to be alone, so I figured if we were going to talk more, we should go somewhere else.” She adjusted her bag, moving the jammed-in laptop so that it fit properly in place and then closing the zipper. “Not that I really had much to say. Just, uh, you're too kind. The directions and stuff...it was really nothing. I mean, thank you very much, of course.” Jeez, all of a sudden it turned into an action-packed morning. First the phone call, then the distressed girl, now this. Where did this guy get off being so weirdly sociable and nice-looking, anyway? In this day and age most people acted so impersonal. Maybe...he was a little like her? Minus the nice-looking part, anyway. [i]If I looked good, people would actually want to be around me. They wouldn't mind...the rest of me.[/i] Realizing that she was standing there and just staring at the stranger, she cleared her throat and stuck out her hand. Now that he had been nice to her, she needed to repay him as well as she possible could. “Agh, where are my manners? I'm Kirsty. You're a freshman too, right? Need any pointers?” She glanced at a clock on the wall. Almost time to get to class.