Finally released from the one sided conversation with her concerned professor, the young woman continued through the campus and found herself wandering the halls aimlessly. Unsure of where to go, she surrendered to her curiosity. Opening each door that was unlocked, peering inside for a quick glance and then continuing on to the next. It didn't take her long to locate the room that she was actually searching for. Large, vacant and quite...a perfect environment for someone like her. 

Well, mostly vacant. Someone else was in the room, another student, but they didn't seem to notice her presence. Choosing not to acknowledge them either, she sat down in the back, across from the other occupied seat and began unloading her backpack. First, her notebook. Torn, aged, the spiral edge nearly broken off entirely. Second, her favorite trio of pens, barely able to produce a solid line of ink. Third, a large soda. That's right. A huge bottle of Coke-Cola had been hidden within her small backpack. 

Twisting the cap, hearing the crisp sound of escaping air as the seal broke, her mouth had already begun to water. She didn't hesitate, lifting the opened bottle to her parted lips and nursed the drink happily.