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Trixie followed Violet through the winding corridors of the library. They passed the large window-front looking out over the dark campus, a few paths lit by street-lamps bathing everything in a warm golden light.
The library was mostly empty, only a few students still occupying a table here or a booth there. Someone had wrapped their jacket around them and fallen asleep on a couch in the Medical History section. Trixie pitied them, the med-students had started to study for the upcoming exam-phase a few weeks ago already, while most of the other students hadn’t yet bothered to even check the exact date of their exam.
They left the Medicine Section behind, made their way through the large Big Science Sections – Math, Biology, Chemistry, Physics – and took a left towards the quieter, smaller niches of the library. Trixie rarely used the books to study, her Professors always uploaded their scripts and they usually preferred their students learning their exact definitions anyway. But in the back-corners of the library is was quieter and more comfortable. The chairs weren’t as worn, the tables didn’t shake or squeak with every movement of someone sitting at it and the opening and closing of the library’s doors could barely be heard.
Violet sat down on the second table to the left and Trixie joined her, taking the seat beside her friend. It was around 8pm on a Thursday and still weeks away from either of their first exams, but Trixie preferred to get a head-start and Violet needed the motivation of someone studying beside her. Without Trixie, she’d spent the whole time on her phone.
Opening their laptops, the two began to work quietly. Trixie started with the notes from her Intro to Art Education Class, summarizing them while adding notes from the script, marking what the Professor had declared most important.
Before she knew it, an hour had passed. She looked over at Violet, who met her gaze, rolled her eyes and grabbed her pack of cigarettes. Trixie put her hand over Violet’s and shook her head. She turned away for a moment and took a pencil out of her bag, she pointed the rubber on the end of it down and tapped it against the table.
“-. --- - / -.-- . -" (Not yet) Trixie tapped slowly against the wooden surface, watching as the hint of a smile tugged on Violet’s lips. Despite her cold exterior nowadays, Violet used to be a huge dork. She and Trixie had known each other for years and at some point learned Morse Code together in High School. They’d become fed up with always getting caught talking or exchanging notes in School. They’d never been caught again since.
And though they hadn’t used Morse Code to talk in a few months, they occasionally did so in the library. Usually when it was busier, to refrain from whispering and annoying their fellow students.
Their corner of the library was empty save for them, but that made the silence around them all the more tangible and Trixie didn’t feel right breaking it.
“.---- ----- / -- .. -. ..- - . ...“ (10 minutes) She tapped because Violet hadn’t answered yet, her hand still resting on the pack of cigarettes. The black-haired Fashion Design student rolled her eyes but turned back to face her work. “..-. .. -. .” (Fine) Violet replied, tapping a long nail against the side of her laptop.
Both began working again in silence and Trixie nearly forgot their arrangement as she focused on her notes, startled when Violet grabbed her cigarettes, stood up and marched out of the library the second her laptop’s clock signaled her that 10 minutes had passed. Trixie watched as Violet left and when she could no longer see her friend, she leaned back from her laptop and stretched her arms above her head. She took a sip from her water bottle and let her gaze strive around the library.
Three rows of tables stretched out in front of, another row behind her. To the side stood bookcases, dozens of them, ways into the library were few and far between. Trixie was glad she rarely ever needed to consult a book from here, or she might have to fear getting lost.
The sound of footsteps on the old carpet drew Trixie’s attention. It was too early for Violet to be back from her break, so she turned around to see who would join them in the hindmost corner of the library.
The young woman had blonde hair with lighter streaks, grey, perhaps, but it was hard to tell under the warm, golden light around them. She had sharp cheekbones and on her lips were the remnants of an hours-ago applied lipstick in a shade of red that Trixie guessed was called something like Sinful Desire. She looked tired, her lids half-closed and her posture a little slouchy.
Trixie didn’t care.
Even the ugly, red, university sweater looked good on her, though that may have had to do with the fact that it ended just above her ass and revealed the wonderful sight of the nameless student’s butt-in-tights to her when she walked past. Trixie could only tear her eyes off of the woman when she stopped at the row of tables in front of Trixie’s and sat down to face away from the Art Teaching student.
She snapped her eyes away from the woman’s back, banned the distracting thoughts from her mind and went back to summarizing her class notes. It worked for the most part but Trixie couldn’t help and occasionally glance up, only ever finding her eyes to the stranger’s back. What was she expecting.
A few minutes later, Violet came back. When Trixie’s friend fell into the seat beside her, smelling heavily of cigarettes, Trixie glanced up to look at woman before grabbing her pencil. “- .... .- - / --. .. .-. .-..” (that girl) She forced herself to tap it out slowly and quietly. She knew Violet was watching her, there was no need to rush.
Violet looked up and regarded the blonde’s back for a moment after Trixie had pointed at her, before meeting Trixie’s gaze again and raising a brow.
“.- -- .- --.. .. -. --. / .- ... ...” (amazing ass) Trixie added, nibbling on her lip while she tapped and a sly grin spread over Violet’s face. She chuckled quietly and shook her head at her friend.
“-.-- --- ..- / ... .-.. ..- -“ (you slut) Violet clicked her nail against her laptop again, smirking. “- .- .-.. -.- / - --- / .... . .-.” (talk to her) Trixie’s eyes widened and she shook her head. She was about to reply to Violet and absentmindedly looked up to look at the stranger when she suddenly met the woman’s gaze. Her expression was unreadable but Trixie averted her eyes quickly, put the pencil aside and went back to her worth.
She should’ve realized that even the tapping of pencil against the wood was too quiet in their forlorn corner of the library. God, hopefully the woman hadn’t caught her starring before. Trixie had been quite obvious with her admiring once-over when she’d first walked past, but since the woman hadn’t given any indication to having noticed Trixie’s eyes on her, she hadn’t worried before. Now, though, the worst scenarios flashed through her head.
She could still see the corner of Violet’s lip lifted upwards in the corner of her eye.
Distracting herself with studying helped somewhat. The first few minutes were rough but Trixie pulled through and eventually got back into the right mindset to focus and actually absorb some of the things she read.
She hadn’t even noticed the woman sitting at the table in front of theirs move until she passed them and slipped Trixie a note. Her breath caught in her throat, Trixie turned around to watch the woman leave, a pack of cigarettes in her hand. She’d left her laptop and books at the table, so she planned to come back. Fuck.
Trixie opened the folded piece of paper and her eyes widened.
A phone number, written in a somewhat elegant scrawl, followed by two more lines.
‘My ass isn’t the only amazing thing about me ;)’
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