#l.start

lydia was never one to deny a friend (or a classmate, or a stranger, depending) a favor, and so, here she was. walking up to people in the quad, carrying a clipboard, while they all seemed to avoid eye contact more than normal. and she couldn’t quite tell why; lydia thought this was an excellent cause. she approaches the nearest person with her unbreakable smile, just as she had dozens of other unwitting victims. “hi! i’m collecting money for my friend’s charity, buddy academy? they raise money so they can host art classes for blind dogs. can i put you down for a donation?”