Kira glanced out the tall wall of glass windows that she sat beside, watching the last vestiges of waning light reflect off the artificial pond's surface just outside the building. So pretty.

She then returned her tired eyes to the nearly blank – save for two sentences that she'd written and then scribbled out madly, and some absent-minded doodle drawings – paper before her and sighed heavily. Not so pretty.

Thinking that more words would magically appear on the page and make coherent sense, Kira stared at the blindingly white sheet until her eyelids started to droop, nearly sending her into sleepyland. The very last place she could be.

However, before she could completely fall asleep, the sound of heavy boots against the tile floor echoed through the room, snapping her awake. Like everyone else in the quiet soundproof room, her gaze turned toward the door to see Trent sheepishly walking toward her; she noted that some people were sending Trent various looks of disdain.

She muffled a chuckle and waved him over.

Sitting next to Kira, he eyed her table – overflowing with pages of notes and stacks of books – with amusement. Spotting a random doodle of their names written in a heart bubble, Trent cracked a smile. "Do you want to go grab dinner?" he whispered lowly.

Unfortunately, it wasn't low enough as some students a table over glared at him. He raised his hands, in a sign of surrender and apology.

Kira shook her head, smirking. "Stealth really isn't one of your strong suits, is it?" she scrawled on her paper.

Trent motioned for her pencil and she handed over. "Guess not. Though, you'd think it should be, seeing as I had those camouflage powers for awhile. Did you want to go get dinner?" he wrote back.

"I have to write this paper."

"You mean, this blank piece of paper that you've spent the entire afternoon staring at and drooling on?"

"I don't drool!"

"I beg to differ; you forget that I'm the one who wakes you up for French in the mornings."

"I still need to write this paper."

"You need to eat."

"You sound like Dr. O – or should that be write?"

"I'll take that as a compliment. Now, come on. Let's go eat."

Before she even wrote a response back, Trent snatched the pencil and quickly shoved all her stuff into her messenger bag. Standing up and slinging it over his shoulder, he offered his hand to her.

For an instant, she hesitated, and within that instant, he grabbed her hand, pulling her and running out of the library in the noisiest fashion possible.

Once they were outside the library, looking out at the nearly dark horizon and laughing, Trent grinned cheekily at her. "Well, if I'm going to suck at it, I might as well go all out."

Kira rolled her eyes and shoved him lightly. "God, you're a dork."

"But you still love me."

"I do."

And hand in hand, they walked off to dinner.

The End.