Name: Lily Peck<br/>Location: Terra Optima University Campus Library, study/quiet zone, FL 4.<br/>Time/date: Friday, 3:38PM.<br/>Interacting with: Open.<br/><br/>A pen's gentle,<i>tap, tap, taping</i>could be heard as Lily gently rested her pen's end to the page she needed. Honey golden eyes scanned the passage a few times before she clicked her pen happily and scribbled in a little note in the margin. "Ah, found you," and switched over, penning her research notes on the mysterious flower on her little notepad. This was certainly going to help in her research! It had been a little over an hour since Lily had been studying in the library. She found this quite a place of solitude, especially on the fourth floor which was dedicated to study time, and more importantly, silence. She had her head down slightly, jamming to the music that flowed freely from her head phones into her ears. She was listening to<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqECtOAaAY0" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><i>Sia's, Little Black Sandals</i></a>which reminded her to push on. She didn't need constant motivation, she needed constant sound to keep her on track.<br/><br/>Soon, she'd have to head home. Leaning back in her seat, she stretched her arms up from the previous hunched position she had entered and yawned. Looking back down at her notes after rubbing her eyes, she smiled at her work in progress. Yes, it would be a great research essay, she had confidence in this. Closing her books, she made sure that everything was organized neatly (she'd freak if it wasn't by the time she returned home!) and rose to stand, slipping a scarf about her head, unraveling it from the heap on the ground to around her neck quite delicately. "Alrighty," she whispered to herself and gathered her belongings into her brown book bag, a vintage looking bag that suited the classic look of the young lady. She was petite in stature, but the way her shoulders squared back and her step long and confident, drew the figure of not a little girl, but a budding young lady. She was ready to learn further and step into the world to hopefully, blossom into the woman she knew she could become. She had much residing on it; she had to make her family proud; tradition was important.<br/><br/>Handling her things, she smoothed the white dress with the cute yellow belt around her waist, clad in a pair of black stockings - just in case it got cold! - and wiggled her toes in her black flats. Happily, she made her way out, clicking the elevator button, waiting as patiently as she could to descend down. "Oh, right," she had to remind herself to return the library books, too, before she made her way outside.