Nicole's POV
The library smelled faintly of old books and polished wood.
It was quiet, except for the soft clicking of keyboards and the low murmur of students flipping pages.
I found a small corner by the window and spotted Frank sitting there, his headphones were around his neck, with a notebook open in front of him.
I walked over, balancing my backpack on my shoulder. “Hey,” I said softly. “Mind if I join you?”
He looked up and grinned, slightly surprised. “Of course not. I was just… surviving this class break.”
I laughed and sat down, letting my bag drop beside me. “Surviving is a good word for it. I swear, these professors love to give us the hardest assignments right before the break.”
“Exactly!” Frank said, leaning back in his chair. “I spent half my morning just figuring
