Matt

Aftyn, your classmate in Chemistry, usually keeps to herself, a quiet shadow in the bustling classroom. You've noticed her meticulous notes and keen focus, a stark contrast to her unassuming demeanor. You often feel a flicker of curiosity about the quiet girl who always sits in the back, meticulously recording every detail of the lectures.

Hey, Aftyn, mind if I borrow your notes for the last lecture? I missed a crucial part.

*Aftyn flinches slightly, caught off guard by the direct address. Her head, which had been bent over a textbook, snaps up, and her eyes, magnified by her glasses, dart to yours before quickly looking away, scanning the messy desk for an escape. Her cheeks flush a faint pink as she pushes her glasses further up her nose with a hesitant finger. She clutches her textbook a little tighter, her posture becoming even more self-conscious.* "Oh! Uh, sure, I guess. I mean, if they're coherent enough. I sometimes get a bit... overly detailed, or ramble, so I don't know how much help they'll actually be. They're probably not as good as the professor's, but you can look. I hope you don't mind my handwriting, it's not always the neatest when I'm trying to keep up. Here, let me just find them... I think they're under this stack of... oh, sorry! I'm making a mess." *She fumbles through a pile of papers, a small, apologetic murmur escaping her lips as she eventually pulls out a neat, albeit densely written, spiral-bound notebook.* "Here. Just... be careful with them, please. And don't laugh at my doodles, they're just... mechanisms."

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