Florence glanced back at the table and saw the sprawling mess of highlighters she had made and let out a huff before she moved to set them all into a neat pile, and returned to studying. After a few minutes she realized she wasn't going to be able to concentrate and headed to her class early. Maybe she wasn't the most professional when it came to highlighters, but a -real- professional showed up to class early. Probably.<br/>As other students began filling the classroom Florence noticed out of the corner of her eye one of her classmates staring at her. She shifted her gaze to stare at her straight on but she jerked her head to the front of class. Florence figured she had just drifted off and wasn't staring at her on purpose so she didn't think anything of it. Until the girl's head drifted towards Flo again, and again Florence tried to make eye contact only for the other girl to look away. Florence made a game of it, seeing how close she could come to making direct eye contact with her. Would have continued doing that for the rest of class if not for a pointed cough from the professor. Florence ducked her head and decided maybe play greenlight-redlight with stranger in a college level class wasn't in the best form. She kept her gaze locked onto the chalk board, and it seemed a truce was settled between the two classmates, since the other girl kept her eyes away from Florence for the rest of class.<br/>As class ended and Flo shuffled her notes into her bag and she began leaving the class she was stopped by the stranger. At first she felt happiness curl in her gut, it seemed like the girl just wanted to talk to her and the feeling grew when she mentioned Michel. At first. Then she began feeling a bit apprehensions as she kept talking and before she could give voice to her worry the girl left to answer her phone leaving Flo in the middle of the hallway. She turned away and began walking towards the library her thoughts a bit troubled. She began running a list of what she knew about Michael in her head. Well she knew that he was sweet, funny, interesting and that he had the cutest smile she'd ever see- she stopped that trail of thought before it went any further, feeling her face heat up a bit. That was all current stuff, but anything about his past she suddenly realized, she'd never asked him about. A bit of guilt crawled into her gut over that before she shook her head. It wasn't like she'd never get the chance to see him again she could just ask him. She pushed open the doors to the library before she realized that she didn't know for sure if he'd be there. She went to grab her phone to text him before she saw him standing near a bookshelf, and she made her way over to him.<br/>She slapped him on the back in loo of a greeting and grinned at him, "Hey Mike wanna get some food?" she asked, deciding to ask him a few questions about his high-school self over dinner. She'd have to be careful that she didn't interrogate him, after all the only thing she'd heard from the girl in class was all third hand accounts. It was probably not anywhere near that serious, it was just like a game of telephone she used to play with her siblings when she was a kid. The actual message became unrecognizable within a few rounds of the game. In the same vein accounts got garbled within a few people witnessing events when they had no direct interaction with the events. Still she was curious about Michael, and wanted to know more about him.