<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/KenzaBailian1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kenza<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living room entrance<br/><strong>Aimed at:</strong>Sandra. Sid.<br/><br/>If she had a Dinar – or even a measly nickel – for every time she met people who<em>actually</em>fascinated her, Kenza won’t have a lot of money, but it would still be money she would have cherished. Sandra was one of those people who the girl took a liking to right away.<br/><br/><strong>“So nice to meet you, International Relations major here… for what it’s worth.”</strong>Suppressing a giggle as if the other person was meant to understand the political joke based on the present current affairs. She nodded and was about to thank her new friend for the directions to the restroom when music blared in the Commons.<br/><br/>Restroom forgotten for a minute or two she looked around.<strong>“What was that? Do we have communal music arrangements?</strong>She asked curiously, head slightly tilted to a side as she exchanged a glance with both Sid and Sandra.