slacking;
@mpxbes
Diana entered the library on a mission, a list of texts she wanted to get clutched in one hand as she made her way through the stacks. She already had a fairly good idea of what she wanted to write her big master’s thesis on, so despite the fact that the semester had barely even begun, she was already looking to prepare for what was to come. She had written down the reference numbers and locations of all the books she wanted, so it was as easy as going to the right section and scanning the books to find the right ones.
She was near the back of the library, where windows spilled sunlight onto the worn spines of the volumes lining the shelves, when she suddenly tripped on something. She just barely managed to keep hold of the stack of books in her arms, stumbling forward a few steps but somehow managing to make a relatively smooth recovery. She turned to look at what had tripped her, only to spot someone sprawled out on the ground, basking in the sun like a housecat. She had been so focused on finding a specific book that she had completely missed him.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there! Were you... sleeping?” Not unusual for the less motivated students, but he was wearing a nametag-- so he worked there.
