You are never on time, why Hunter, why? She was always good at beating herself up over it, her feet moving so quickly she was practically levitating over the puddles that she did her best to avoid. Poor Basil, sitting around at the library, probably wondering where she was. She checked her phone, noticing she was only a few minutes late, but still nearly sprinted to the library. She jogged inside, and her blue eyes began to dart around the open rooms for ther brunette. As soon as she found him, she waved and offered a smile, quickly taking a seat across from him. She tossed her bag on the chair next to her before signing to him, just to see if he had actually been studying. Sorry I’m late. Hunter’s hands moved so elegantly, mostly just because of all the practice she had.