<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131031203615/challens-original-character/images/f/f9/Emily_bett_rickards.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Graduate Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Calm, quiet, centered<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>black tee, jeans, sneakers and a hoodie.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Wyatt Callo<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong>Second floor stacks, library  October 4, 10:00 PM<br/><hr/><br/>Her brow knit together at the change in his expression.  She didn't know how to interpret the scowl.  Had she said something wrong?  Had she misread a situation again?  Wil sighed mentally.  She didn't want to make a bad impression on yet another stranger.  He seemed like a nice guy.  And what were the odds they would need the same journal at the same time.  How many people used paper journals anymore anyway.  She chuckled when he said he had the journal she needed.  She glanced over the cover and smiled.  "If I could sing at all now would probably be an appropriate time for 'It's a Small World' or something." Except that she couldn't sing worth a lick and couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.<br/><br/>She didn't want to deprive him of the needed journal.  "I was just going to photocopy the article I need."  She couldn't check the journal out anyway, that's how it was with research materials.  Then he mentioned he had printed a digital copy already.  "Are you sure you're done then? I can wait..." She offered.  Jo took possession of the journal.  She noted the just too short sleeves and could relate.  Well sort of.  Her jeans always fit poorly because she wasn't as hippy as she was tall or if she got them to fit her hips and butt they looked like crop pants.<br/><br/>"Good luck with your assignment." She smiled and waved the fingers of her right hand in farewell.  Then she remembered they hadn't introduced themselves.  "Oh, hey, by the way, I'm Wil."  The school wasn't so big that they'd never run into one another again.  She thought maybe she should at least give him her name.  That's what people did right? She watched him walk away before searching the journal for the article she needed.<br/><br/>She came across the sticky note and looked up, but he was already gone.  She frowned and tucked the note into her pocket.  She'd find a way to get it back to him later.