@beatmadness
To say the young woman in question sticks out like a sore thumb is a drastic understatement. In the sea of very average-looking students, almost all of them dark-haired and dark-eyed, there is this girl. Tsuzuki doesn’t judge by appearances (he’s had his fair share of people doing that to him, after all), but he can’t help but stare for a few seconds as the girl pores over the sign with the map at the entrance of the school.
It’s been a slow day. It’s always a slow day. It’s the end of the semester so while she’s probably not a student here (lost as she is), she’s definitely at least a potential one. He stops clicking his pen in order to approach her from the side, smiling warmly in greeting.
“Are you having trouble figuring out the map? I did on my first day.” Hopefully that sounds more conversational than condescending. Amending the statement, he says, “The library is toward the back, if you were looking for it, and the cafeteria is just over there. Oh! And if you’re picking someone up from the high school, that’s actually the adjacent building. I don’t know why they did that, I’ve been working here for three years and I still get lost!”
