Classes were proving to be a great distraction for the time being. Anything to focus on his future, the goal to graduate still being a speck of dust in a snowstorm, that Auggie was fighting all urges to sit down in the middle of their own crisis and just give up. They came with that desire in mind, damnit, and they were going to achieve it. Come hell or high water - maybe quite literally.
Feet tucked beneath themselves where they had settled in the Quad, book open, chewing absent-mindedly on the end of their pencil by the time they're joined by someone else. Every face was a stranger still, but it still draws his attention to watch her with vague intrigue. People watching as the new kid on campus was proving to come in handy, as he could observe in silence.
Was this entire island made up of pretty faces? Or was it something in the water here? The thought lingering in their head as they continue chewing on their pencil. Also not a great use of study time, but at least it would ensure no one would ask to borrow their pencils in the future, right?
The fluttering piece of paper taking off from the other student's table and coming in their direction brings Auggie to react. Reflexes at least were something they held onto with a vice grip, as they stand from their seat to catch the drawing.
It was a good one too. A passing thought questions if they should keep it for themselves as she didn't seem to notice it's absence, or if they should actually return it. If it was important enough to go into this much detail, then it surely was more than one of their mindless doodles in his own notebook.
Setting his chewed up pencil aside with his stuff, he makes the approach with paper in hand. "Hi, sorry to disrupt your studying. I believe this belongs to you and really, I just wanted to commend your talent. Hopefully that's alright?" Auggie tries, extending the drawing back to her, expression hopeful.
Layla was hardly making any more progress with her doodle distraction removed when a voice called her attention. Her eyes tracked from the stranger down to the page in their hand, her doodle.
"Oh umm," she blushed, flattered but bashful about the complement. "Thank you, but it's really nothing." She moved to take the picture but seeing Jody's pup dancing with the satyr filled with a bittersweet longing for her friend.
"If you like it, you can have it," she offered and then bit her lip, feeling stupid for offering what might have been considered trash by some.
