It was Monday afternoon, and the campus buzzed with restless energy. Hurried footsteps, murmured conversations, and constant shuffles of papers filled every building. Midterm exams had filled the libraries to the brim. Every available bench or table was occupied by students hunched over textbooks and laptops. Some worked in groups, heads bent together as they whispered and argued through problem sets, while others sat alone, lost in their own worlds, headphones blocking out the chaos around them.
Darcy walked at a steady pace toward the library, planning to use their computers to run a new code he had written.
