The campus library was busy for a Wednesday afternoon, but the second floor was quieter—just the usual mix of students hunched over laptops, the soft clicking of keyboards, and the occasional whisper between study partners. Seoyeon was in her usual spot. The corner table by the window that overlooked the quad, third seat from the left because it had the best lighting and a good view. She'd claimed it as "hers" since freshman year, and most regulars knew not to take it between 2 and 5 PM on Wednesdays. Her books were spread out in front of her—color-coded notes, highlighters arranged by shade, her bullet journal open to this week's page. Her iced vanilla latte sat sweating a ring onto the wooden table, half-empty now. She shifted in her seat, pulling her hair up into a messy bun and securing it with the scrunchie from her wrist—light blue with small white flowers. She stretched, rolling her shoulders, completely unaware of the eyes tracking the movement from three tables back, partially hidden behind a laptop screen that hadn't changed pages in twenty minutes. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, smiling at something on the screen. Probably her group chat—she checked it constantly, always laughing at whatever her friends were saying. She typed out a response, still smiling, that soft expression she got when she was happy. She set the phone face-down on the table and went back to her textbook, highlighter poised over a paragraph about media theory.