[Shenandoah]

Zach looked up when a girl from his class... Marie he thought she was called... tried and failed to hang her coat to topple into the armoire. He stood, closing his book and laying it down next to his bag before pausing to conisider. He was ready to go, so he instead bagged it and lifted the entire parcel onto his shoulder. He walked over to the cabinet to find a pair of shoes connected to obviously feminine calves poking out of the darkness of the back of the armoire.

"You okay?" he asked, confused. That armoire did not go back that far, he was certain.

Fay entered the building, falling into step next to another college student. "Hey," she said in passing to him, though she didn't know him. It was courtesy and the South rolled off her tongue as she spoke and she hoped he wasn't either exclusively French speaking or a francophone. She dealt poorly with a French accent, which is what she had discovered during her time here. When it became obvious that they weren't parting ways, she wondered if he'd branch off or they'd wind up at the same room together.