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[anewreturner]

It is a beautiful day in Locke City, the sort of day that seemed to encourage truancy among Locke City's university students. It was no doubt the reason for the excessive number of absences in Celia's morning classes. Students were sunbathing on campus grounds, stretched out on long beach towels on green, grassy patches. It was only April, but the distinct smell of sunscreen permeated the air. It reminded Celia of summer.

There was so much to look forward to in the summer months. Though many of her peers were excited for their three months of freedom, Celia's excitement stemmed from her upcoming summer internship at Prometheus. Typically, they only accepted applications from juniors and seniors. However, a professor's recommendation had landed Celia's application among the others. Someone had apparently taken notice, as a week ago, she received notice that she had been accepted into the program.

Celia had rationalized this as being a product of her own hard work. Where others slacked off, she was diligent. It was part of the reason why she was meeting with her study partner in the quiet section of the university quad, instead of basking in the afternoon sun.

Eugen is already there when she arrives, as he always is. And she sets her bag down in one of the empty seats, as she always does. "Hello," she says, smiling down at the other brunette. "How were morning classes?"

She begins to tug her belongings out of her bag. First, her tablet-PC hybrid, then a notebook and pen, all set down in their rightful place in front of her seat. Then abruptly, without warning, she places a can and a bottle in front of Eugen; one is canned coffee, the other, apple juice.

"I wasn't sure which one you'd like," she says, clasping her hands behind her back. "So I decided I'd give you first choice."

She doesn't wait to watch him make his selection; instead, she reaches into her bag to retrieve something else.

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[buildyourworld]

Most of the busybodies looks away the moment Eugen sends a glare their way. He might possess good look and is generally nice to people but anyone in their faculty knows not to get in his bad side. Not if they want to survive his tutorial session.

As much as her answer confirmed his suspicious, he feels a strange mixture of relieve and disappointment in himself. Relieve because nothing about their friendship will change but at the same time, it's disappointing that it isn't. He knows part of it stems from his own vanity, that he should have been good enough for her and not just someone she considers out of necessity. It annoys him to be second placed.

Even so, he's glad that she's able to identify her own mistake. One that neither of them need.

His expression softens as he leans as he picks up the textbook again, his hand pressed on the page he left earlier.

"Because I'm conveniently present. You don't like me the way you think you do, Celia. If you do, you would have come to me much earlier."

[anewreturner]

Would she have, though? The thought of dating anyone had been a foreign concept to Celia until her stepmother broached the topic two Saturdays ago. Celia preferred to read about romance than actually experience it for herself. Romantic entanglements seemed too complicated, too messy for her. Whenever the character drama became too much for her to handle, she could simply put down the book and come back to it later.

It was harder to do that in reality, though.

If her stepmother hadn't said anything, she might have never considered the advantages of being romantically involved. A small part of her liked to live vicariously through the heroines in her novels, who were bold and brave and beautiful. Though their relationships with their lovers were not without their hardships, they always managed to survive the tempest. The heroine always ended up happy and loved at the end of the tale. Wouldn't she someday, as her stepmother gently suggested, want to live that out herself with another person? Wouldn't she want to be the heroine of her own story?

Celia's gaze fell to her notebook again. Their conversation had made it clear to her. She was no sooner prepared to become involved with a relationship than she was to train tigers. She lacked the emotional fortitude to see things through. When things became uncomfortable, she preferred to avoid them than to approach them head-on.

She was nothing like those heroines in her stories.

"Oh," she says, because she knows she has to say something to fill in the silence between them. There's really nothing else she can say to that. But she can't simply leave it at that -- not if she doesn't want Eugen to worry.

"We've gotten off-topic, haven't we?" Celia forces a smile, her head tilted slightly to one side. "We should return to studying."

[buildyourworld]

Fingers drumming the textbook, he was watching her as she took in his words. It was comforting to know that she was still the same as ever, always honest about her feelings. He could read her like an open book without even trying but sometimes, he wished he couldn't. It would had been better to not see the doubt in her, as if she was questioning if she really like him romantically. But he said nothing, and when she acknowledge his statement, he simply nodded. What he learned in that brief moment was pushed to the back of his mind, to be kept away from ruining their friendship.

Pulling the book closer, he started reviewing the points again. "It's fine. We're ahead of the class anyway."