{ @mystic-medium }
K ristoph didn’t tend to pay much attention to the people around campus, especially those that he wasn’t directly involved with. But he did recognize the girl, at this point. Perhaps it was her screaming red hair that stuck out, or simply the fact that he didn’t see many other people looming around the poetry section of the vast Ivy University library.
H e wasn’t certain why, but something about the young woman caught his attention. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was,but it was simply as if she had some strange way about her, some aura, that seemed... different. After all, he’d always been sharp.
S till, unable to put context to this sense, he mostly ignored it. He did have to get by her, however. Arms already laden with several thick books of poems and literature, he nudged closer towards the book the young woman stood in the way off.
“Pardon me.”
