After leaving the cafeteria, Rex headed straight for the library. There was still a good chunk of time before his next class, and while most students were still outside basking in the sun or flocking to the food stalls chattering away, Rex walked the quieter path—toward books and silence.
The library stood in contrast to the vibrant chaos outside. It was bathed in warm afternoon light spilling through tall, arched windows, casting golden patterns across the floor. Unsurprisingly, the space was nearly deserted. Just a few scattered students remained, hunched over thick textbooks or lost in notes.
He walked past shelf after shelf until he reached his usual spot, a corner box near the tall shelves in the back and sat down. And, as expected, the seat across from his remained empty.
Isolde wasn't here. Again.
Not that he cared, of course.
