And with a snap, September was coming to a close and Vermontโs brilliant October foliage was already beginning to emerge just a few weeks into the new season, previously lush green leaves presently rusting into shades of vermillion and gold, mahogany and cardinal. It was dusk, golden hour, and a soft breeze with a slightly biting chill was mussing studentsโ perfectly styled hair, the leaves dancing with it in a way that suggested the trees had waited years to perform their own sort of ballet, long twigs and branches swaying slightly with the wind as the sun served as a spotlight, peeking through the leaflets, highlighting their limited-edition shades. Leo was heading back to Calloway, vintage Chanel sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she headed back through the commons, riding boots tapping the pavement she walked on with crisp clicks. She had just been returning from The Thinking Cup, her usual Earl Grey balanced on a stack of books held in her arms as she looked at her phone that had just taken to violently vibrating. Huffing as she was unable to tap the pesky green button, she searched frantically for a familiar face, eyes lighting up once they caught JJ. โHey, King George!โ she called, giving her friend a wide grin as she wrinkled her nose, โMind helping me out here?โ @joshua-buckleyโโ