She was weighed down with a load of books.  Her long black hair straggly down her back as it dripped.  She shivered with the cool of being underdressed in the rain.  Her coat soaked over her arm.  It looks like it was just pulled off the books to check them.  The mere sound of a day gone wrong coming through in her breathing.  She looks about for a seat.  She prefers to have a seat to herself and one with her books.  She sees none of that sort.  Just those with people sitting next to them here and there.  She narrows down her options to those that do not look like they are going to be all sunshine and rainbows on her.  Today was not a day for tales of puppydogs or babies.  She sees a male, around her age, sitting alone.  He did not look like he was going to regale her with funny anectdotes or the bright side of anything.  Perfect.  If she were lucky, she might get some studying done.  She walks to the seat and fumbles to seat herself with all these books.  She didn't know what was worse, the day she left behind or the day she is traveling towards.  The dread was clear in her almost amber eyes as she finally settles to a stillness of sorts.