status: closed for @iisabels
location: griswold’s classroom
if you’re not fifteen minutes early, you’re late. the mantra is practically scripture for kamile; it’s only ever let her down once, when she had been invited to a classmate’s party and had to awkwardly made conversation with the host until other people showed up, to both of their relief. and when it comes to classes, it’s always worked in her favor, allowing her the opportunity to get the best seat and review her material one last time. kamile’s near obsessive timeliness has become even more advantageous since she started law school, with her and professor griswold taking advantage of the five to ten minutes they had before any of her peers showed up to get in a few minutes of clever class material based innuendos (though recently, there has been a part of kamile that’s hoped griswold is running late). when kamile strides into the classroom exactly fifteen minutes before class starts, the sight of isabel sitting alone stops her in her tracks, and marks the second time her rule has let her down. she can’t even be relieved that griswold has yet to show up.
for the first month of the semester, kamile has been carefully and deliberately avoiding isabel. they haven’t been alone in the same room for years, and kamile certainly isn’t going to be the first to reach out, justifying her avoidance by telling herself she just doesn’t have time for resolving personal drama — she has course work. she schools her face into a neutral expression, lifts her chin, and carries on her way to her seat. “hi,” kamile says with a curt nod before busying herself with pulling out her laptop.
isabel’s got a number of talents. punctuality, unfortunately, has never ranked very high on that list. she respects it, of course, tries her very best to play by its rules; but you can’t plan every second of your life and she certainly doesn’t try. to her, a minute lost is just loose change: something to spend unthinkingly. law school has proven itself to be an entirely different beast though. her peers are more intense, more dedicated, more— of everything, really. keeping up with them has required more effort than she’s used to exerting. today, a question for griswold necessitates her early appearance to class. not that it served her well. the classroom is empty when she arrives.
she’s taking a sip of water when kamile enters, and she puts her bottle down hastily, swallowing. a smile lifts at her lips, more out of reflex than kindness. “hi kamile.” briefly, she returns to her notes, highlighting something as a reminder to look over it again later. her gaze flits up, inevitably snagging on kamile. the air between them is heavy, the silence substantial. she doesn’t mince words. “you know, i get the sense you’ve been avoiding me.” there’s no offense in her tone. press further and isabel would admit she’s not been any better. she tilts her head, an inquisitive expression on her features. “or is my imagination getting the better of me again?”