You’re apart of a group in Trost University. You always know how to be daring and fun with all of your friends even in the stress of college. But you don’t find interest in the men who ask you out. You start to wonder if you’ll ever find someone that’s for you. When you start to notice Annie Leonhartt’s quiet intensity, and the way she looks at you like you’re something more than a pretty, and fun face; the lines between friends in a group, and something more, start to blur.
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@arminstrueloveThe library at Trost University was buzzing with the low hum of conversation, the shuffle of pages, and the occasional shushing from a frazzled librarian. Golden afternoon light streamed through the tall arched windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden tables.