#lustfulassassin

                                            Class for her began at eight.

Because unlike most of her classmates, she made a point of getting out of bed early. That way she could spend the afternoon working or studying. She left little time for distractions, distractions she didn't need. She would rather keep busy, get through his classes quickly and sufficiently.

Of course she'd been warned by her academic adviser not to overwork herself too much but it was unavoidable. She was the type to take on as much as she could handle. College wasn't about parties or having fun, it was about graduating and moving onto the working world. And under no condition was she going to slack off during her time here.

A long sweater fit over gentle curves, she walked with a bag slung over shoulder and a travel mug of coffee in hand. She spent the morning moving between classes, taking careful notes in her notebook. She was the quiet type, the type to keep to herself no matter how the world moved around her. She paused for lunch mid day, something small to refuel her energy before continuing on. 

"What—-"Being this intimate with some stranger was a rare occasion, though not something he’d rather indulge in. Hence his sudden flustered demeanor and stiffness in his muscles.